i need something to forget what got me in this mess (feeling less and less)

back to the usual fomat:

  • someone stole 19 vials of HIV positive blood, labelled with the donor’s names, from st. paul’s hospital last nite.
  • this concerns me – i’m having the baby there.
  • i need more books to read. i can only read baby books for so long, before i require ficticious stimulation that doesn’t actively describe cervical secretions.
  • fancy nancy emailed from work to say that she will call me today – maybe we’ll hang out.
  • the dishes are still piled up from the weekend. i went on a mini housework strike/was too busy to do them.
  • bc women are living to an average of 86 years. we’re 6th in the world for longevity. must be all of the yoga and pilates in the city.
  • i’m aiming for mid 60s. it’s reasonable, considering my medical history and the fact that i don’t wanna get to a burden age.
  • mania still hasn’t come on. depression is still saving it’s place in line, though.
  • today’s plans include the aforementioned dishes, book brainstorming and reading lazily in bed.
  • i may change the sheets, though.
  • this blog’s title is by a musician named Hayden. guess why i care, and why i’m telling you.
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  • Paul

    Is that a raccoon humping a dog? Raccoons are such perverts.

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