Its so warm in my apt. The radiators are hissing softly, the oven has just been turned off and the air smells like chocolate truffle walnut brownies. The window panes are half covered in ice crystal sparkles which catch the candlelight from the candles in the windowsills. There is no place I would rather be on an icy cold night than curled up in my ( Read more... )

So it's been awhile since I posted and many things have happened during that long pause. A few weeks ago Mike moved out. So now I have a new roommate who I hardly know but seems nice enough. Work is exhausting on every level. I am worn out physically and emotionally. Its hard to explain to people what my experiences are like. The patients I take ( Read more... )

I heard the terrible news today that trashcastle is gone. I actually started crying right after my friend told me. I flopped down on my bed like a teenager and sobbed for so many reasons. I see terribly sad things every day at work and hearing this news was the final blow. My heart just sort of crumbled under the weight. After I pulled myself ( Read more... )

Eff. I start work in a couple of weeks. I'm already having anxiety dreams. The other night I dreamt I was trying to resuscitate a little baby and no one would help me. I kept doing CPR and yelling for help but no one would come ( Read more... )

Summer is here and chicago is hot. There has always been something about summer that makes people lose their shit. Anything goes in the summertime. I have a personal theory that as soon as it gets nice out and people start to feel a little bit better they stop taking their meds. A city-wide psychosis swings into high gear. Yesterday some bedding or ( Read more... )

i have precancerous cellular changes. Not good.

The bike pirates post about men riding little girls bikes came out of anger. All of these really shitty things happened right around the same time and I've been really mad at the world. Mad and frustrated. First of all I have been on-call more than usual for my volunteer job. This job involves doing crisis counseling in the emergency room with ( Read more... )

My lovely Bianchi Brava was stolen today. Yes it was locked.

Before we worry about the "culture war" between Reds and Blues, north and south, city and rural or whatever the eff people are talking about, we have to get rid of those god-dammed electronic voting machines. It does not matter who has more supporters if the effing election is rigged from the get-go ( Read more... )

I got straight A's all year* Woo! (except one B in a really lame class. We had to write group papers so it was out of my control ( Read more... )