Yeah, I guess I don't write in here much anymore. Ok, I'll put on my TO DO AT 34 LIST to, well, write more.

Max is downing the water, there is some sweet 16 show MTV. I'm craving a corn dog or some pea chips (YUM). Yes folks, this is my Friday and I must admit, I'm addicted to food lately. It's all because my back is injured. When I don't feel good, I eat. I get an MRI on my lumbar spine next thursday and HOPEFULLY it will just be like, a bug...yeah...A BUG on my nerve, sitting on it too hard. They can just shoo it away with some raid or something. Yeah, that's all.

Anyway, it's suppose to be SO pretty out tomorrow. I really don't know what to do with a pretty day around here...ya know. I text my brother and asked what he's up to...no response. OKAY. I could only imagine what he would do if I ignored HIM. Tara never cares what I'm doing. Perhaps I should just go walk around Mississippi or Alberta alone, or something. Oomph. Need to find more friends here!

My birthday is coming up. It's different now though, I live in Portland!!

 I went to bed at 3 and I woke up at 6.  

I don't believe this enough sleep.

It's my last day with Texas Surgical Associates today.  I start with Norman Rappaport, MD next Thursday.

9 years....9 years?!  I got a pretty cake:)

However, I'm not getting anything done.  I'm selling clothes, however, I haven't sold anything...yet.  The employees are eyeing them.  I'm staying for another two hours, maybe.  I'm bored.  It's beautiful outside.  I have devil ears on.  There is someone cying, wait, no....laughing.

I'm talking to a ton of women at once.  Wait, there are two people looking at my clothes right -------->there.  A boy just walked in, he must feel really out of place right now. 

Ok, so I'm feeling weird about this year halloween.  It's so, not last year?  Or the year before?  Or the year before??  Wait, am I suppose to be talking these women in my stuff?

Ok, I need to finish this and sell some clothes!

You told me I have once again ruined your life.  Please forgive, that was not my intention.

Apology is and was not accepted.

Conversation from the phone that layed on my ear as I fell asleep ran into my dreams.

Dreamt of forgiveness, anger and trying to find happiness in bouncing balloons.

Alarm goes off and I watch myself, once again from the inside out, walk out the door. 

I just joined the AIDS walk Houston.  The Houston area AIDS charities are excellent and need all the help they can get.  Please visit my page for donations...anything is greatly appreciated!

http://www.aidshelp.org/goto/bodie