desormais

so, i FINALLY made an appointment to see my neurologist on friday. why not sooner? well, for one thing, i figured they would've fucking called me instead of telling me TODAY "oh yeah, i think something was on that test." really? fucking REALLY? anyway, so now i'm goddamn anxious as hell. it's seriously bad...my little two week long "vacation" (aka blackout central) earlier this month has erased almost all other memories spanning back to that test...which was at the end of august. really. i can't recall shit for more than a few seconds of fleeting dream like imagery.

but that's not to say i missed anything important. honestly, the time i've spent at home on my ass as a complete shut in has just reaffirmed my beliefs in things i already knew. such as: you can go a couple months without showering and no one will notice; i can seemingly gain and lose 15 pounds in the span of about 3 days; going to sleep at 7pm is fucking awesome, but really shoots your self esteem to zero; and day time tv is way worse than you thought possible. trust me, when you spend ALL DAY INSIDE FOR MONTHS, you watch a lot of tv, even as someone who almost never watches tv outside of science/history channels. good fucking christ tv fucking sucks.

what's the point of this? i don't know. wish me luck, i guess? for the...one person who may read this? <3.

(and my status update is from an old discovery special called "the future is wild." i have the book. it's awesome. in 200 million years squid will evolve into an ape-like, intelligent form, and a gigantic elephantine thing. really, that's what's postulated. i love cephalopods.)