monologue on accidents

Nnnnaggnanannanan. The only thing that makes me post is not wanting to look at my previous posts every time I come here. Which is often. This blog is at the top of my bookmarks list. I hit it automatically every time I sit in my desk chair, along with email. But nothing every happens in this territory. The wrong people own this town. Stranger.

I had a doctor's appointment today at the same time as my class, so I skipped class and got a doctor's note. Just like high school, and elementary school, and the school of HARD KNOCKS. Oh no wait? Then I came back from St Paul's hospital and had to take my mother to a whole other doctor because she has the flu or strep, or something. This whole family is riddled with sick-ocity.

And god damn. There are lots of people I need to get back to. I'm so slow at that. It takes all my energy to feed my dog and feed myself, and walk my dog and read some books, and watch some dvds and take some showers, etc. But not much etc, just a little bit.

Oh I'm so cute I want to stabby myself. I've been putting stuff from my old sketchbook up on deviantart lately. That's another thing I've been doing. I started a new sketchbook and it's big. Grown-up size. I don't know what to do with it yet because when I'm finished drawing a picture there's all this space left over. It's a waste of fine paper, is what it is.

Ya. Stabby.