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never make the mistake of asking your gramma how she feels

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never make the mistake of asking your gramma how she feels
01.22.03 6:50 a.m.

I finally slept last night. That's the longest I'd gone without sleep snce I've been here. I wonder maybe it had something to do with how crappy the weekend was, that I needed an extra-large dose of mania to get over it. As if I ever get over anything....

Monday I was in the MLK parade. Well, there were two parades. Going on little sleep was interesting. I managed to catch a ride in a pick-up for the second parade. I've been having knee/leg problems since last Friday when I scraped up my upper calf. That's still all bruised. While getting out of the pick-up bed someone thought it would be a good idea to lower the gate. Luckily I didnt fall but unluckily I got knocked pretty hard just above the back of my knee. So above and below that knee is bruised and the bruises are congruent to where when I fold my leg both sore places meet and form one mecha-booboo PLUS I usually sit with that leg bent underneath the other one to where that ankle is under the other knee and anyway... the soreness just complicates itself. The hamstring on my other leg is very sore right now, probably from the days of favoring that leg and sitting weird. I'm sure the lack of sleep didn't help.


Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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About Me
I am a bipolar genius, child abuse & addiction survivor, who is now a single mother who works 70 hours a week and has had gastric-bypass weight loss surgery a year ago. Wish me luck cuz I need it!!!

Examples of My Insanity
Dead On Mental Health Quiz
Tuna Noodle Casserole Story
Explaining Myselves
Biting Off Redneck's Finger
Got So Crazy Scratched Til I Bled
How I Found Nirvana
Leaving Lon After 7 Years
Bad Luck On 3 July 4ths
Random Craziness (FBI Please Disregard)
How I Ended Up A Junky
Almost Getting Raped by a Marine
Typical Weekend in Ohio
How Cobain Saved My Life


How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?


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