Sometimes a Day Rises Above Itself

Interesting how much of this questionnaire I felt did not apply to me. I’m not sure if it really wasn’t applicable, or if I’m deluding myself today. 1. How long have you been on Dear Diary? Tricky question, since I lurked for a while before opening a Diary of my own. My first entry was…

It seems like there should be so much to write now, but in reality my days are all much the same. I get up, take my pills, force myself to eat, watch television, take more pills, force myself to eat, watch more television, take more pills, force myself to eat, watch more television, take more…

“I said to Life, ‘I would hear death speak.’ And Life raised her voice a little higher and said, ‘You hear him now!’ ” -Kahlil Gibran Am I doing what I ought to be with the time left to me? Have I contacted everyone I’d want to be in touch with? Have I let people…

Your life is never the same, you know. They don’t talk about that when they give you the “this is what you should expect” speech. They tell you about the scar you’ll have, and the drugs you’ll take, and the things you will and won’t be allowed to do. But they make it sound like…

No, hardly a stroll, I fear. This was three hours of climbing straight uphill, then heading straight downhill, only to head straight uphill again. It was good exercise, and I enjoyed myself immensely, but sheesh, haven’t those guys ever heard of “switchbacks”????? The Professor and I spent the day at Susquehannock State Park, which is…

Decision by indecision