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Ship of Fools: The 12 Days of Kitschmas
Ship of Fools: The 12 Days of Kitschmas
I want a tree full of these. Seriously.
Bring The Boys To The Yard
So, I go in for some "evoke potential" tests today. Not sure how long they'll take, or what they are exactly, but, I'm being injected with valium, so that has to be a good time. Right?
A Long Ago Voice
It's been forever and a day since I actually had a chance to sit down and write anything for this little mind ramble of a place. The days are quickly blurring by at a quicker and quicker pace, and some of my daily routines suffer. This place is one of them. So, if you live to see what kind of weird nonsense I can come up with on a daily basis, sorry for the lack of it.
School is almost done. 6 weeks left. Very happy about that.
When I'm not doing homework, stressing over health, or plotting the demise of my job, I've been cataloging my CD collection. I have so many now, and my brain is so shot, that I figured it would be best for everyone concerned, which is pretty much just me. I'm using a program that lets me search for keyword by title which should really help with the comp CDs.
As I said, the Invisible Wives page is done. Go buy some vegan baked goods. You can't go wrong.
I did. I finally did it.
The Invisible Wives are finally, finally, live on the internet. I finished the page, and forgot to go to sleep to finish it.
But it looks nice.
I Don't Know Why She Swallowed That Fly
So, as is usually the case, and has now happened once for each year I've had MS, I've had yet another person tell me that I just HAVE to believe in God because THEY do.
And the argument usually follows down the path of "suffering to strengthen your faith" or "you have been stricken to find HIS path."
His path. No thanks. I like my forest trail.
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