greygirlbeast (greygirlbeast) wrote,
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"Als das Kind Kind war..."

Today it is spring, well and truly spring. Currently, it's 75˚F. Spooky and I have been sitting out in the front parlour in the sun, working a Norman Rockwell jigsaw puzzle, listening to the Wings of Desire soundtrack. I should probably try to do some work.

I hardly slept again last night. My feet are swollen and screaming.

I need to finish printing out the ms. for Dear Sweet Filthy World, which will be, I see now, the grimmest thing I've published since Confessions of a Five-Chambered Heart.

I had to be at my doctor's this morning for a pee test. I won't even get started on that bullshit. I pissed in their plastic cup. My foul, dark morning urine. The lab tech was the chirpy woman who gets excited whenever she has the opportunity to take my blood, because "you're a bleeder." You wouldn't think anyone would be so cheerful when they spend everyday playing with other people's piss, blood, and shit, but you would be wrong. Little Miss Fucking Sunshine, for bodily fluids.

TTFN,
Aunt Beast
Tags: 5chambered, dear sweet filthy world, meds, norman rockwell, not enough sleep, pills, piss, wings of desire
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