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I had so much fun with Henry today. He is so busy and wants to know about everything, all the time. Rita had another phenomenal day at dance...watching her come along has been such a joy.
My brother's girlfriend, Celi, who is truly like a sister to me, lost both of her grandmothers in a period of 72 hours this past week. They left Ithaca for ( Read more... ) -
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I spent the whole day sleeping. I stayed up late, and I had accrued some sleep debt prior to that already, so I knew it'd happen, but I always feel shitty about staying in bed the entire day ( Read more... ) -
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The kids were really difficult this week. It's so hard to be a preschooler in December in our country, because the minute thanksgiving ends, you are simply barraged with christmas mania. Rita's birthday party was fantastic but it only served to amp them up even more. It wasn't enough to have one party in their classes, so each class had a party ( Read more... ) -
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My head improved midday, but I have not been able to shake this nausea. I ate some wild rice around four, but other than that, I am just too nervous to put anything in my stomach. If I went into the bathroom right now and knelt in front of the toilet, I could puke with little difficulty. Swallowing is uncomfortable because I can feel my ( Read more... ) -
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You know when you burn your tongue on scalding liquid and the whole thing goes tingly? My tongue has felt like that for a week. I didn't burn it. Then on Friday, every single tastebud in my mouth decided to double in size, at least. Some are bigger than that. I know I didn't burn it. I didn't eat anything crazy acidic or super salty. My mom ( Read more... ) -
There are children in developing nations who write with sticks in the dirt. With their feet.
My sixth grade cousin just tried to tell me that he couldn't do his homework because he didn't have a pencil. He was unaware that I used to ensure that children did their homework for a living. I have at least a dozen mechanical pencils in my car, and I was more than prepared to march my ass out to the car to get him one ( Read more... ) -
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I'm really bumming out this afternoon. Probably it's more accurate to say I'm depressed, but I've never really liked to say that. Drove into Buffalo and back last night because my Dad's side of the family had a post-thanksgiving gathering, and the ride home was awful. 20 miles an hour, sometimes down to a single lane, zero visability, scary. I ( Read more... ) -
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Panicky tonight. Probably leftover adrenalin from my ride home. From Buffalo to about Batavia, anything faster than 20mph was deadly. Visibility was limited to the car in front of me, and at one point, I was the leader of the pack and realized I had no idea where the road was at all. It let up shortly after I passed through Batavia, and there's ( Read more... ) -
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My brother's cat is so fucking cool. He brought him home for the holiday and he's living in my brother's room. He and D are cool with eachother but Xena is big and he hides from her. Kevin (the cat) is crosseyed, and he's a mix between a seal-coated siamese and a tabby, so he's really rad looking. I am in love with him. He's not shy at all, ( Read more... ) -
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I'm struggling. I want so badly to use. The addict in me has been trying to convince myself that it's okay for me to drink, and that it's okay for me to smoke. It's not, I know that. It'll lead me right back to hell, and quickly. I'm clean, that hasn't changed, but fuck. I'm depressed, and I'm lonely. I need to make new Buffalo friends, but ( Read more... )