phoolsfire

what day is it...october, i was feeling ok, again untill i was watchingt.v. then some little thing made me feel regretful, but then i remembered, tomarrow i have a class with a cute boy
i think i'm gonna ask him if he wants to go to maggies....maybe

i took jim to the doctors today, of all the places i take jim, i hate taking him to the doctors the most.
today he found out that theres absolutly nothing they can do about his situation.... he's dying, jim is 50, if i had been blind my most of my life, and was dying my whole life and in pain, ...(not in that sylvia plaith sense) i'd be hurt and hurtful, i'd be angry, and hateful...i told jim this in an attempt to call attention to his present feelings which i don't think he was aware of.... that shut him right the fuck up. i realized i was in a good mood untill i had to go and get him, i understand hes angry, but that doesn't make it ok for him to be a dick to everyone else, espically the people who try to help him. i told him, i didn't know what he wanted me to do, that if there was anything i could do, i would fucking do it. and to leave it at that....
the thing is his regular p.a. bailed because she knew that it was gonna suck today, the thing is though, jim is rally nasty to her, he calls her names, and puts her down, but she needs the money, and i can't say shite...

yeah for cute boys in a shitty philosophy class.
i e-mailed the prof today to get help on an essay thats due later this week, he pretty much told me that the ideas i had were not really valid, and i "need to completely refocus the paper"... soooo yeah for coffee...