Tidings to the tribe. Trash that’s trivial.
I'm not stupid. I just act that way so your mom doesn't ask me to do stuff.
Posts filed January, 2007
January 15th, 2007
“You’re in recovery,” I heard someone say, I think the anesthesiologist though it might have been the surgeon, and I gradually became I aware that I was waking up in the recovery room.
“Would you like some ice chips?” the nurse asked, and started the end of what had been a few anxious weeks for me.
January 4th, 2007
Sometimes I get down. Being down is normal. A lot of people don’t seem to believe that. They seem to think being down is pathological. I think it’s part of the normal cycle of life. But I still don’t like it.