Friday, May 20, 2011

My body hates me

I'm so tired.

So sick still.

Brain is racing about everything and nothing and past (not even my pass) and I'm so drugged up on everything I took to stop the cough and the sneeze and the pain and the race. And it's running. And the drugs make me philoslothocal (lol). And the music makes it...flow. But I just want to sleep. Please? Please.


Thursday, May 19, 2011

Just forget.

Put it out of your mind.

And forget.

To sleep.

To dream.

And morning will bring

another day.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Love Skins

As he's taking his anti-depressants and saying he's crazy.

Michelle: You're very up front.

Josh: What other way is there to be?

Saturday, May 7, 2011

My mom is making a quilt.

She's using fabric from things she made in high school.


She's also using fabric that I purchased.

To make things.

When I was in high school.

And she doesn't understand

why I keep asking her why she's using my fabric.

It's the same reason her mom didn't use her fabric to make a quilt.

Because one day

I want to make a quilt

using the fabric from things I made in high school.

But now it's all gone.
All day I have tasted vomit. Smelled it. I'm worried about my ulcer. I'm worried about my health. 

My hip popped out of place. My sciatica is pinched. 

I'm twitchy.

Vomit on my breath. 

Mind racing. 

Muddled thoughts. 

Almost passing out. A lot.

Aching hands. 

Ethel is falling apart. 

On the other hand, I'm happy as a duck. Or something else equally happy. And why are ducks so happy?
Is that even a saying? It's not. Happy as a clam. Happy as a lark.

I have a funny happy as a clam cartoon. It makes me laugh lots.

Work still sucks.

School's out for two weeks.

I want to see the bestie, Carly. And be friends with her kidney on Facebook.

I think she reads this. I worry about her a lot still. Sorry, Carly. I try not to panic, but...I love you. Try not to need anymore surgeries. You can still be an old lady with me. But no more of this nonsense. Tumors be damned. Let them know I'll go all Chuck Norris/Jack Bauer/Navy Seal on their tiny orange asses.

Monday, May 2, 2011

has a heart
has a heart
has a heart

and it's collapsing.