7:05 a.m. - 06/24/02
it's seven in the morning, the end of ju-u-une.
I have so many early morning memories. how many times did I sit at this computer, with Jen on instant messenger, with music playing low? how quiet everything seems now, and how loud it truly is. remember my first morning at RED, when I cried in the day room staring down the humidity through the windows, and Rae played Ben Harper and cried herself awake? remember a year-and-a-half ago, when I first started seeing Judie, when I first started seeing anything beyond the pain at the tip of my nose? sometimes, it's overwhelming how much it's changed. how much beauty I've found and how far I've come to find it overwhelms...
I have an appointment today with Tammy. I don't think she's talked with Dr. R yet, which was supposed to happen before I spoke with her again. he was going to offer further insight into what happened between Harriet and I, so that I would feel more comfortable, and hopefully she will, too. I guess I'll have to wait and see what she says. otherwise, there's always the next visit- which leaves this as just a weight-/check-in, not exactly scintillating. *sigh*
And now because I am so brilliant at copying other people, I offer you Google's response to "Mary is"...(which is actually kind of annoying in its obvious religious affiliation. grr.)
Mary is...
...100 years young.
...scheduled to begin recording her new album.
...the [m]other who intercedes for everyone [with cookies and juice...] ;)
...rich and positive.
...a private, non-profit, self-supporting acute care network. (this is actually fairly in keeping with how I see myself. scary.)
...purely and simply the glory of God in her.
...a four year high school for girls, day and boarding.
...the world's largest luxury liner. (ah!)
...a devil.
...not scriptural.
...committed.
...going to do some potato prints. (what on earth is a potato print?)
...the perfect figure of prayer. (they did not say the perfect figure; they did *not*...)
...(c) miss mary.
...seated on a throne and clad in a short-sleeved tunic with a palla covering her head.
...a sign, an indicator of how we must we respond to god. (they're not going to be happy...)
...the second oldest educational institution in the US.
...one of the foremost psychic mediums in the world today. (hooray!)
...likely to entice a wide variety of guests.
...a very busy and successful businesswoman.
...unbelieving, makes acquaintance with the Fairy Godmother and others, and lays aside her unbelief.
...called to that ancient, time-honored profession: midwifery! (urgle?)
...an ordinary teenager who plays basketball and vows that she will sleep with no man.
...an Anglo-Indian. (yeay!)
...a bonny lassie.
...the values expert for Quaker Bagged cereals.
...a wh*re.
...still there after all these years.
do me a favor. don't type "mary is" into a search engine. this is the edited version of the scary-fundamentalist-shit I found.
but I'm an Anglo-Indian psychic medium so it is all okay...
chord
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