Not much of anything.
My 2002 Magnetic Poetry Calendar:
My 2002 Magnetic Poetry Calendar:
Yesterday did not turn into anything I expected it to be. My first doctor’s appointment was for 8:15. This one was with Dr. Cancer. And for once it was filled with nothing but unequivocal good news. My bone marrow biopsy is now declared officially “OK”. It is “hyperactive”, but they are now theorizing that this…
After scolding one’s cat one looks into its face and is seized by the ugly suspicion that it understood every word. And has filed it for reference. Charlotte Gray I suppose that’s the best way to handle certain situations. Tuck the information away against future need, and then continue as planned. ACfH has lived her…
The Adolescent Cat from Hell is really beginning to look more cat than kitten. She still acts all kitten though. She hasn’t forgotten how to play fetch yet (though I know she will grow out of it eventually), she still bats her rag-taggle furry mice throughout the apartment, and she still thinks she can sit…
*sigh* So this is what it comes to. I got the part-time CPhT job at Big Chain Pharmacy. The pharmacist who hired me had basically decided he was hiring me before he even saw me. He asked me no personal questions and gave me little more than a quick run-down of the job description. If…
Not a good end to the day last night. The Socialist did something that upset a lot of people, and when I tried to tell him why they were upset he got angry. The unspoken accusation was that I was being disloyal. He threw a few articles of clothing around the bedroom, told me to…
– Amos Bronson Alcott I stumble through the progression of days as if the impediments I encounter are always new, as if the furniture that occupies the rooms of my life has always been rearranged over-night and the lights are always off. The furniture has not been rearranged. The lights are usually on. The impediments…
WOW!
I want some magnetic poetry stuffs…
They’ve got a game of it at the store.
And, when I get enough money, I’m getting that, because it’s got a lot.
I’ve always wanted some…
i love it! i look forward to reading the magnetic poem of the day. 🙂 lordy! i’m having flashbacks of parasit…
Is that you office at work? Wow – my boss would have a stroke to see all that stuff on the walls! I’m not even allowed to hang the clock up!
Is that a poster of parasite eggs I see on your bullentin board? Seem to remember something like that from my tech days.
I want some magnetic poetry too.