I find myself loosing balance, I find myself on a daily basis floating up to the ceiling or sinking threw the floor. I imagine a lot of people close to me don't think very highly of me. But the important ones, the I do really care about, I feel like they think well of me again. I'll keep that.
I'm always abashed by other people's need of me, as if the roads they walked down were so difficult that they must have me to guide them. I feel like a puppeteer, for whom the puppets attached their
I've had worse days than last Friday, I did worse things. Yet, when I got home, I realized the hangover was the one of the kinds that'd still be there when I went to sleep and the guilt was one of the feelings to last through the week.
It started out so innocent. I was sick of the town I lived in, decided to get my GPS and went geocaching in a nearby town. One of my newest friends lived in that town, so I texted him, maybe he'd have time for coffee. He didn't, but told me he'd be
Yesterday I found out I got accepted into my post bac pre-medical program. I'm excited beyond words. I didn't have time as a transfer to complete my med school pre reqs when I was earning my degree. Thank goodness for this program. This was such an awesome way to end a shitty week.
I'm one step closer to being a doctor!
it could either. i personally think its a yellow fiend that causes cheese dreams because i'm yet to have a normal dream after eating cheese before bed. there are those that'd argue it's a harmless and doesn't do anything except taste nice and not the cause of many a dairy nightmare around the world.
probably gets worse if you make a cheese gnome with crackers for a hat as well. so basically my advice to you is to not to make gnomes out of cheese unless you are going to use them as
Okay, so I got the results. As it turns out, I was worried for absolutely no reason. The shrink just worded his phone call message badly, and the EEG found absolutely nothing wrong at all. So I don't have temporal lobe epilepsy, and they still don't know what's causing my psychosis. Which is both good and bad. It's good because I don't have anything terribly wrong, it's bad because I don't have any answers. So there you go.
In other news, I have a cat sitting on my lap. Not one of