Friday, October 03, 2003 :::
The offer of toast intrigues me.
It must, however, wait until the proper accoutrements can be procured. Philly cream cheese my ass!
::: at 12:43 PM
Breakdowns are always a lark. Especially when they're caused by unknown and only partially unavoidable mistakes, things purportedly for your better good and self.
Why is it, whenever I actually listen to an acredited medical professional, I end up shaking on the floor of my bathroom?
More importantly, why can't I hold these bastards accountable!?
Answer: The day you hold yourself accountable for 1/5 of your actions, the powers that be may let you revel in sweet, yet savory, revenge.
The neurologist was funny. I like anyone that can crack jokes with you while you try to explain that you have, for some reason or another, misplaced your arm, and a large portion of your core being.
"A wee dram never hurt anyone."
"Neither did two, for that matter"
I want to hug him by this point.
He was even kind enough not to mention the word that strikes a whole other kind of panic in me: phsyciatrist.
"this was chemical"
*I can't help but reflect and smirk for numerous reasons*
"...some therapy might be beneficial, however."
Honey, back to the scotch.
I can't belive I ever harboured a distaste for repetition.
Un-ironic, I mean.
::: at 10:36 AM
Thursday, October 02, 2003 :::
I broke it...
Now waiting on word of just how much.
::: at 1:43 PM
Monday, September 29, 2003 :::
"Well, I want to send you to our head neurologist to see if there was any permanent damage."
Oh, no. I had a great weekend.
::: at 3:12 PM