a_strange_treat

So bloody tired it took me several minutes to remember how to post a new journal!

Hi all, it was Katelyn's birthday recently. She's my oldest, now 12. I took her and her army of pre-teen mountebanks to see a film called "How to Eat Fried Worms," which centers on a boy who eats worms, sometimes fried. I gave her some bracelets. She has taken to wearing dozens at a time, and a jean jacket with amusing buttons, and a DVD of Howl's Moving Castle. A fine film.

I am listening to Screeching Weasel's "Handcuffed to you," and I am liking it.

I have high blood pressure, it seems. This could be related to my frequent, intense bouts of anger that amuse my friends and family so very much. I tend to rail about things that annoy me, like traffic, the law, shopping malls, suburbs (why do they all have the same fucking yellow dog????), supermarkets, strangers who talk to me without being invited, fake people and the sun.

Anyway, I take medicine for it now. The doctor said that my body is too young to have the problems that it does. But so it goes. For all I have been through I am still one of the lucky ones. There is unspeakable suffering in this world.

SO, I just wanted to say something to you. Be well. I am sleepy. I will lay in bed and read with my multifarious beverages. I couldn't decide what I wanted to drink, so I have one glass each of my various options: water, apple juice, Irish breakfast tea, and a Pinot Noir called "Smoking Loon."

Sometimes, I wish I was a smoking loon, I would have cancer, but I would be a loon.


I wonder what loon would taste like ...