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Near as I can tell, my diary hasn’t been compromised. I’m waiting until Monday, and will then come back on line as Salamander. Until then, I’m busy taking care of odds and ends. May use this as an excuse to change the “look” of the place, if I can do so at home without the…

Today is December 1st. My father, were he still alive, would have been 82 today. When my mother had to be placed into an assisted care facility five years ago, it fell to my sisters and myself to clean out the house she and my father had built with their own two hands in the…

Took that “art test” I’ve seen popping up on a few diaries today (don’t know where the original source was). When I got the results, I honest-to-god laughed out loud. How painfully appropriate: If I was a work of art, I would be Edvard Münch’s The Scream. I express the subconscious troubles and anxieties of…

CAUTION! As with all allegorical remarks, don’t assume I’m talking about you I’m not. If you feel the allegory is false, misleading, or incomplete, feel free to tell me why. And if you feel it’s targeted at you, ask yourself why you feel that way. But don’t go blaming me. I find people perplexing at…

Hey, that rhymes! Wowie! You are Redensek! You are techy yet cute, and pretty much all around cool. Everyone loves you! You’re fun, popular, and can mold yourself to fit right in to any situation.

I returned from lunch to the message light blinking on the phone on my desk. The transplant coordinator from the Big City Hospital had called to let me know that my MELD was at 18. In her words, she says that we have to get me “a little bit sicker”. In other words, we need…