My memory has always been a source of pride. I've always been able to recall vast amounts of (mostly useless) information. It stretches far into the past, and encompasses all the senses. I can remember things like everyone I've ever had a crush on, conversations I had years ago, where/how I learned a particular word, and many scenes from my early childhood. My earliest memory is of having my picture taken by a professional photographer. I was 2 and a half months old.
One of the things which makes me most proud is from when I was in YAP. For my psychological evaluation, one section required me to briefly study a key of symbols, each assigned a number. I then had to write the corresponding number under each symbol, doing this for as many symbols on the page within a time limit. Kathy Lawrence, who administered the evaluation, said she'd never seen anyone complete that much of the sheet.
My memory has been failing me lately, however. I've been forgetting things. I asked a friend if he had moved into a new apartment yet, completely forgetting that he had already told me he did a month or two before, even showed my where it was on a map. I had been going through my Magic: The Gathering cards, and realized that I was missing a large number. I no longer had a few of the cards I used to great success against my opponents. The more I looked into this, the more I noticed what was missing. I used to have an entire artifact-themed deck, most of which is just...gone. I'm sure it's possible that I tried to sell a number of cards, after I had to stop playing because I became obsessed with it. I should remember having done this, though.
This is very troubling for me. It scares me, losing my greatest asset.
The other night, Mom told me that we had once been in one of those old-fashioned elevators with the grates you close before ascending/descending. I should remember something like this. Her mention of it didn't even trigger the memory that should be there; I'm taking her word for it.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Meleagris gallopavo!
Last week I tracked a large dinosaur. I went out for a walk and found her on the sidewalk a few houses down the row. I followed her around for a bit, taking pictures, before she flew off across the street into a wooded area. I now know wild turkeys can fly. I tried to find her, searching through the trees, to no avail.
I decided to go to the park then, where I found her tracks, as well as at least one other bird's. The tracks went back and forth all over a large part of the park. It seems a dog had been chasing them through the baseball diamond as well.
I wonder what they were doing in the city?
I decided to go to the park then, where I found her tracks, as well as at least one other bird's. The tracks went back and forth all over a large part of the park. It seems a dog had been chasing them through the baseball diamond as well.
I wonder what they were doing in the city?
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Entire Passenger Load of Bus Found Asphyxiated
I was able to cross off a few things from my bucket list this past week. Mom and I went to the Elmira Maple Syrup Festival for the first time. We'd both always wanted to go for the toffee made by pouring the syrup into snow. The toffee wasn't bad (painfully sweet, though), but it took over an hour of waiting to get it. Their toffee delivery system was unorganized. There was no line up; everyone just crowded around the small pen, and toffee was handed out randomly, making it so that someone who showed up 30 minutes after you could even get theirs before you did. It wasn't worth the wait, in my opinion.
I also tried deep-fried Mars Bar for the first time: SO good-better than regular Mars Bar. There was an antiques show, in which I was close to checking off a third item from my list. Someday, I want to own a fire grenade (filled with carbon tetrachloride), and there were two of them at one of the tables. I had never beheld one in person before. They're quite heavy, despite the glass being not much thicker than a light bulb's. One was gorgeous, with a lovely metal bracket for mounting it on the wall. I had forgotten how dangerous they could be until he mentioned it (they work by sucking all the oxygen out of the area once smashed); I put it down after that. I didn't get it because I didn't have a secure way of transporting it home, and Mom would have been uncomfortable having it in the house. As it turned out, the bus ride back to Waterloo was packed; I had to stand the entire way back. I'm quite proud of my mother, however. She imagined me bringing the grenade aboard and dropping it, killing everyone inside; it made her laugh. I can just imagine the authorities finding the bus full of dead passengers, thinking it's some sort of bio-terrorist attack. She's becoming more like me as time passes; this is not a good thing for her.
Before leaving the town, I bought a bottle of maple syrup (so much better than normal syrup), as well as a block of lovely extra old white cheddar for only $2.00!
I also tried deep-fried Mars Bar for the first time: SO good-better than regular Mars Bar. There was an antiques show, in which I was close to checking off a third item from my list. Someday, I want to own a fire grenade (filled with carbon tetrachloride), and there were two of them at one of the tables. I had never beheld one in person before. They're quite heavy, despite the glass being not much thicker than a light bulb's. One was gorgeous, with a lovely metal bracket for mounting it on the wall. I had forgotten how dangerous they could be until he mentioned it (they work by sucking all the oxygen out of the area once smashed); I put it down after that. I didn't get it because I didn't have a secure way of transporting it home, and Mom would have been uncomfortable having it in the house. As it turned out, the bus ride back to Waterloo was packed; I had to stand the entire way back. I'm quite proud of my mother, however. She imagined me bringing the grenade aboard and dropping it, killing everyone inside; it made her laugh. I can just imagine the authorities finding the bus full of dead passengers, thinking it's some sort of bio-terrorist attack. She's becoming more like me as time passes; this is not a good thing for her.
Before leaving the town, I bought a bottle of maple syrup (so much better than normal syrup), as well as a block of lovely extra old white cheddar for only $2.00!
Monday, April 4, 2011
Dinosaur Sculptor
The lecture at this month's gem club meeting was incredible. Mark Rehkopf, an artist from St Jacobs, talked about his career making dinosaur sculptures. He started off working on a T. rex for a Discovery Channel special. He has built sculptures for museums all over North America, and done fossil reconstructions as well. He did the Diplodocus outside of Carnegie Museum in Pittsburgh, the mastodons outside Indiana State Museum, and various dinosaurs in Chinese museums. He's worked on the blue whale hanging in the American Museum of Natural History. He even did the Chasmosaurs and Daspletosaurs (not T. rexes, it turns out) at the Nature Museum in Ottawa. He showed us his hidden signatures, such as in the hair folds of a mastodon and the Great Red Spot of Jupiter. He talked of building an animatronic Triceratops for Universal Studios Park, and the Jurassic Park: Lost World travelling exhibit.
At the end of the talk, he pulled out a couple pieces actually used in the film: a raptor claw, and a chunk of skin from the T. rex's neck. I actually got to touch a piece of Jurassic Park. I became very sad afterwards, and couldn't stop crying once I left. I know it had something to do with touching a part of my favourite film, but I have no idea why this would make me so sad.
At the end of the talk, he pulled out a couple pieces actually used in the film: a raptor claw, and a chunk of skin from the T. rex's neck. I actually got to touch a piece of Jurassic Park. I became very sad afterwards, and couldn't stop crying once I left. I know it had something to do with touching a part of my favourite film, but I have no idea why this would make me so sad.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Neighbours
My neighbours are an interesting bunch. There's the grandmother, who caused a bit of a ruckuss a few months back. We kept hearing a squawking from next door. Mom thought maybe they had a parrot; I thought it was someone possessed by demons. The noise continued for a couple of weeks, and eventually we were able to hear unintelligible muttering mixed with the squawks, confirming my suspicions. She was taken away to the hospitable one night, squawking at the paramedics. She no longer squawked after she returned home. Word through the grapevine is that she has passed away recently.
The children, who must be in their late teens, early 20's, get into violent arguments, threatening to kill one another. I've often seen cars pull up late at night, the son (or father) going out to them briefly. The parents are often heard late into the night, drunkenly partying (our walls are paper-thin).
One night, as I was trying to sleep, another fight broke out. There was screaming and crying, and shortly after, the daughter and a friend went outside. The girl was sobbing/angrily slurring (my window has gaps in the seams which allow noise in even more than the walls) about how she hated her father. Her friend was telling her that she shouldn't put up with this anymore, "hitting her so hard she bled, cleaning up the blood, before hitting her again." Every once in a while, the son would step out to yell at her, she telling him off each time. She drunkenly spewed about how her father "works during the day to make money to do cocaine the rest of the time,'' that he was the one who got her "hooked on heroin." At one point, the father stepped out, yelling at her to come back inside. She refused, saying she was going to "go die in the snow," that her death would be "on his hands." She wandered off, though she seemed to only be walking in circles around the block.
The police arrived shortly after, though all they did was ask a couple questions and leave, seemingly satisfied.
The children, who must be in their late teens, early 20's, get into violent arguments, threatening to kill one another. I've often seen cars pull up late at night, the son (or father) going out to them briefly. The parents are often heard late into the night, drunkenly partying (our walls are paper-thin).
One night, as I was trying to sleep, another fight broke out. There was screaming and crying, and shortly after, the daughter and a friend went outside. The girl was sobbing/angrily slurring (my window has gaps in the seams which allow noise in even more than the walls) about how she hated her father. Her friend was telling her that she shouldn't put up with this anymore, "hitting her so hard she bled, cleaning up the blood, before hitting her again." Every once in a while, the son would step out to yell at her, she telling him off each time. She drunkenly spewed about how her father "works during the day to make money to do cocaine the rest of the time,'' that he was the one who got her "hooked on heroin." At one point, the father stepped out, yelling at her to come back inside. She refused, saying she was going to "go die in the snow," that her death would be "on his hands." She wandered off, though she seemed to only be walking in circles around the block.
The police arrived shortly after, though all they did was ask a couple questions and leave, seemingly satisfied.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Scar
I have a scar on my right elbow. The story of how I got it reads something like a children's book in its repetitiveness.
When I was in grade 1 I fell off my bike, ripping up my elbow. Mom made a bandage of toilet paper and tape, for we didn't have any band aids big enough. All was fine until I tried to remove it later; it had fused with the scab. I was forced to re-open the wound to get the bandage off. We eventually got it to scab over without band aids. Later that week in school, I was playing on the jungle gym during recess. I jumped off a platform, but landed on my elbow. The wound of course tore open, making a bloody mess of my jacket. I had to go to the office to get the gash cleaned up; they even washed my jacket. Later in the week, my class was downfield for gym. It had recently rained, and the ground was incredibly muddy. We were running laps when I slipped, landing on my elbow, and tearing it open yet again.
Within only a week, I had managed to rip open my elbow 4 times.
When I was in grade 1 I fell off my bike, ripping up my elbow. Mom made a bandage of toilet paper and tape, for we didn't have any band aids big enough. All was fine until I tried to remove it later; it had fused with the scab. I was forced to re-open the wound to get the bandage off. We eventually got it to scab over without band aids. Later that week in school, I was playing on the jungle gym during recess. I jumped off a platform, but landed on my elbow. The wound of course tore open, making a bloody mess of my jacket. I had to go to the office to get the gash cleaned up; they even washed my jacket. Later in the week, my class was downfield for gym. It had recently rained, and the ground was incredibly muddy. We were running laps when I slipped, landing on my elbow, and tearing it open yet again.
Within only a week, I had managed to rip open my elbow 4 times.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Old Age: -2 Str, Dex, and Con; +1 Int, Wis, and Cha
I don't dread getting old. I'd love to look distinguished with grey hair, or if I lose my hair, to have wigs of hairstyles I never could have achieved with what I previously had. While bad knees, back problems, etc. will be unpleasant, I look forward to using an awesome cane. Intricately-carved, with stones and metal fittings...Probably more than one, depending on the occasion.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Ottawa
I recently spent a week with my uncle in Ottawa. I'd been experiencing a lot of anxiety the past couple months, going stir crazy. This was a big step for me; I've never gone a a big trip by myself before. It was terrifying and exciting. I gained a ton of XP (I believe I even levelled-up). On the bus ride there, I had a burst of initiative and struck up a conversation with the traveller who sat beside me. Laura and I talked all the way to Ottawa, and I now have a new friend!
My uncle and his fiancée worked during the day most of the week, so I was on my own to explore the city. I had come with a list of things I wanted to see, mostly museums. They have a special admissions "passport", which gets you into 9 museums in the area for only $35. Ottawa is a lovely city. There are statues around every corner (sadly, a dying art these days), the architecture of even the most mundane buildings, such as apartments, has style, intricate brick work. The transit system is highly efficient (unlike the rubbish they call public transportation here in KW), with double-length buses connected in the middle by a swivel device which looks like an accordion. Everything is bilingual. You see people holding hands all over, including many gay couples. I found there were a great many beautiful people there, too (I think it's from the mixture of French).
I first went to Parliament Hill. There was a free tour of Centre Block, which is simply gorgeous, but at only half an hour, it was quite rushed. The Library of Parliament, which I had wanted to see most, did not disappoint. There's something so appealing to me about circular libraries. The observation floor of the Peace Tower, just under the clock, afforded a grand view of the city. All 3 buildings of Parliament are built of various types of stone symbolic to Canada. At the back of the Hill is a small sanctuary for the stray cats in the area; they come and go as they please, paying little attention to the humans.
I went with my uncle to Little Ray's Reptile Zoo, a reptile sanctuary, on the outskirts of town. They take in discarded pets. We got to see bearded dragons, a rat snake, and alligators being fed. We also got to touch a wood turtle, a tiny possum, an albino Burmese python, and hold an emperor scorpion. The scorpion was neat. They don't feel like spiders, which barely touch you as they walk on you; their pointed legs press firmly into your hand. Along with numerous reptiles, there were also many amphibians, a number of arachnids, 2 skunks, a macaw, and a group of marmosets. The marmosets would sometimes watch you, mirroring your head movements (if they paused long enough from zipping around their enclosure, anyway). Ray's had some great warning signs: "if you put your fingers in the macaw's cage, it will bite you" and "if you throw something into the alligators' pen, we will make you go in and retrieve it'.
I also went with my uncle to the Canada Aviation and Space Museum. Kids got to ride around in pedal cars shaped like planes; it looked fun. We saw some lovely aircraft, including parts of the Avro Arrow, a Harrier (one of my favourites), a Spitfire, a Lancaster Bomber, a Sopwith Camel, and the Messerschmitt Kommet. There was a model display which explained how First World War fighters were able to fire their machine guns through the propeller.
My uncle's fiancée and I went to the Canadian Museum of Civilization in Gatineau, Quebec, just across the canal. Taflemusik, a group my violin teacher had played with, was holding a concert in the great hall. There was a postal gallery, with some neat things like how people would hollow out loaves of bread to smuggle alcohol in the mail. There was also a lot of native art and artifacts, including metal swords (I didn't know they had those). The main display was a trip of Canada throughout its history. It was like wandering through a town, there was so much to see. It started with the arrival of the Vikings and kept going. We wandered through the town gates into military forts, early homes, shops, churches, whaling operations, an oil rig, on and on. We weren't sure it would ever end. Everywhere you turned there was something else. There was a child's coffin in the window of the furniture/undertaker's shop. Behind the Ukrainian church was an outhouse; if you tried to open the door, someone would shout, "hey!" There was a store selling all sorts of neat things, like a banjo for $20. The Chinese dry cleaner's had a wax man at a counter having a conversation with another man behind a clothes line (his silhouette, washing laundry, was projected onto the hanging sheet). Numerous times we stepped out from a building onto a cobblestone street, the stores and lamp posts changing appearance as the times progressed. The ceiling was made up of a number of canvas pieces, lit dark blue as we entered the exhibit, and becoming pink/orange as we neared the end. The top floor consisted of mini galleries devoted to influential Canadians.
I met up with Laura and we went to the Canadian Museum of Nature. They had a live black widow spider (another thing crossed off my bucket list)! The marine gallery had a blue whale skeleton, various sea creatures, and an aquarium of pretty fish. There was also smokey quartz the size of my head with 500 thousand year-old water trapped inside (this is known as enhydro). To get to the top floor we had to ascend a glass tower built onto the front of the castle-like museum. A short glass walkway connected the two. Terrifying. The mineral gallery was superb. Though smaller than the ROM's, it had the same touchscreen technology for each display case. There were a lot of meteorites, some absolutely gorgeous garnets and dioptase, and many minerals I've never heard of before. The security guard there was quite knowledgeable, even telling us of his own experiences visiting mines up north. Apparently you can bring in your specimens to be identified by their geologists! There was an activity area across the hall where kids could earn points to trade in for mineral, fossil, or insect specimens. The most valuable treasures cost 100 points, and points could be accumulated over many visits to the museum. I was jealous; some of the gems they had would have cost me quite a bit to buy in a store. The bird gallery had many species I want to see in the wild some day, including swallows and ravens. The dinosaur gallery was great. It had a life-size diorama of 2 Daspletosaurs attacking a heard of Chasmosaurs. The skeletons included a Carnotaurus and a Dromaeosaurus. I was very impressed with this museum. The cafe was reasonably-priced, with delicious food. I had a potato and curry soup which was not overdone with the curry. The gift shop had the best selection of gems of any other museum. I got many affordable specimens of minerals not already in my collection, including the very rare weloganite.
I left Ottawa early because I felt I was about to get sick (I didn't), but it was an incredible trip.
My uncle and his fiancée worked during the day most of the week, so I was on my own to explore the city. I had come with a list of things I wanted to see, mostly museums. They have a special admissions "passport", which gets you into 9 museums in the area for only $35. Ottawa is a lovely city. There are statues around every corner (sadly, a dying art these days), the architecture of even the most mundane buildings, such as apartments, has style, intricate brick work. The transit system is highly efficient (unlike the rubbish they call public transportation here in KW), with double-length buses connected in the middle by a swivel device which looks like an accordion. Everything is bilingual. You see people holding hands all over, including many gay couples. I found there were a great many beautiful people there, too (I think it's from the mixture of French).
I first went to Parliament Hill. There was a free tour of Centre Block, which is simply gorgeous, but at only half an hour, it was quite rushed. The Library of Parliament, which I had wanted to see most, did not disappoint. There's something so appealing to me about circular libraries. The observation floor of the Peace Tower, just under the clock, afforded a grand view of the city. All 3 buildings of Parliament are built of various types of stone symbolic to Canada. At the back of the Hill is a small sanctuary for the stray cats in the area; they come and go as they please, paying little attention to the humans.
I went with my uncle to Little Ray's Reptile Zoo, a reptile sanctuary, on the outskirts of town. They take in discarded pets. We got to see bearded dragons, a rat snake, and alligators being fed. We also got to touch a wood turtle, a tiny possum, an albino Burmese python, and hold an emperor scorpion. The scorpion was neat. They don't feel like spiders, which barely touch you as they walk on you; their pointed legs press firmly into your hand. Along with numerous reptiles, there were also many amphibians, a number of arachnids, 2 skunks, a macaw, and a group of marmosets. The marmosets would sometimes watch you, mirroring your head movements (if they paused long enough from zipping around their enclosure, anyway). Ray's had some great warning signs: "if you put your fingers in the macaw's cage, it will bite you" and "if you throw something into the alligators' pen, we will make you go in and retrieve it'.
I also went with my uncle to the Canada Aviation and Space Museum. Kids got to ride around in pedal cars shaped like planes; it looked fun. We saw some lovely aircraft, including parts of the Avro Arrow, a Harrier (one of my favourites), a Spitfire, a Lancaster Bomber, a Sopwith Camel, and the Messerschmitt Kommet. There was a model display which explained how First World War fighters were able to fire their machine guns through the propeller.
My uncle's fiancée and I went to the Canadian Museum of Civilization in Gatineau, Quebec, just across the canal. Taflemusik, a group my violin teacher had played with, was holding a concert in the great hall. There was a postal gallery, with some neat things like how people would hollow out loaves of bread to smuggle alcohol in the mail. There was also a lot of native art and artifacts, including metal swords (I didn't know they had those). The main display was a trip of Canada throughout its history. It was like wandering through a town, there was so much to see. It started with the arrival of the Vikings and kept going. We wandered through the town gates into military forts, early homes, shops, churches, whaling operations, an oil rig, on and on. We weren't sure it would ever end. Everywhere you turned there was something else. There was a child's coffin in the window of the furniture/undertaker's shop. Behind the Ukrainian church was an outhouse; if you tried to open the door, someone would shout, "hey!" There was a store selling all sorts of neat things, like a banjo for $20. The Chinese dry cleaner's had a wax man at a counter having a conversation with another man behind a clothes line (his silhouette, washing laundry, was projected onto the hanging sheet). Numerous times we stepped out from a building onto a cobblestone street, the stores and lamp posts changing appearance as the times progressed. The ceiling was made up of a number of canvas pieces, lit dark blue as we entered the exhibit, and becoming pink/orange as we neared the end. The top floor consisted of mini galleries devoted to influential Canadians.
I met up with Laura and we went to the Canadian Museum of Nature. They had a live black widow spider (another thing crossed off my bucket list)! The marine gallery had a blue whale skeleton, various sea creatures, and an aquarium of pretty fish. There was also smokey quartz the size of my head with 500 thousand year-old water trapped inside (this is known as enhydro). To get to the top floor we had to ascend a glass tower built onto the front of the castle-like museum. A short glass walkway connected the two. Terrifying. The mineral gallery was superb. Though smaller than the ROM's, it had the same touchscreen technology for each display case. There were a lot of meteorites, some absolutely gorgeous garnets and dioptase, and many minerals I've never heard of before. The security guard there was quite knowledgeable, even telling us of his own experiences visiting mines up north. Apparently you can bring in your specimens to be identified by their geologists! There was an activity area across the hall where kids could earn points to trade in for mineral, fossil, or insect specimens. The most valuable treasures cost 100 points, and points could be accumulated over many visits to the museum. I was jealous; some of the gems they had would have cost me quite a bit to buy in a store. The bird gallery had many species I want to see in the wild some day, including swallows and ravens. The dinosaur gallery was great. It had a life-size diorama of 2 Daspletosaurs attacking a heard of Chasmosaurs. The skeletons included a Carnotaurus and a Dromaeosaurus. I was very impressed with this museum. The cafe was reasonably-priced, with delicious food. I had a potato and curry soup which was not overdone with the curry. The gift shop had the best selection of gems of any other museum. I got many affordable specimens of minerals not already in my collection, including the very rare weloganite.
I left Ottawa early because I felt I was about to get sick (I didn't), but it was an incredible trip.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Hospitable
Yesterday I went to the hospital (Saint Mary's Emerge has such better wait times) because I noticed a huge increase in the number of bubbles, squiggles, and specks of light in my vision. My doctor told me to get this checked out if it were to happen. I was only 5 minutes away from the hospital at the time, so I headed over, and was transferred from Triage (where I learned from a conversation I overheard that the smallest shark is the Dwarf Shark) to Minor Treatment in 15 minutes. The man I followed in was holding a dish towel on his head, his hair matted with blood. I found out later that he had fallen an hit his head; he got 15 stitches. I was seen within 3 hours. The doctor didn't see anything immediately wrong, but he referred me to an ophthalmologist. I was told it would take over a week to hear from their office. They called me today -my appointment is tomorrow morning! I'm not sure whether my getting in SO soon is a good or bad thing...
P.S. I've been meaning to mention my alarm clock. My mother got me a neat rolling alarm clock for Christmas. The screen and buttons give it the appearance of a ridiculously happy face. It seems to take delight in waking me, as it rolls around on its wheels and spins on its axle.
P.S. I've been meaning to mention my alarm clock. My mother got me a neat rolling alarm clock for Christmas. The screen and buttons give it the appearance of a ridiculously happy face. It seems to take delight in waking me, as it rolls around on its wheels and spins on its axle.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Big Brother
Sometime after my father died, I started going out with a Big Brother. Martin seemed like a nice guy. We went to movies, he got me lots of things, and encouraged me to start reading adult-sized novels and write stories. He was tough on me, though. If I became upset at something, or was scared to try something, he would put me down, saying things like "are you a mouse or a man?" When I would start to cry, he would just become angrier. Eventually I couldn't take it anymore, his abuse was occurring nearly every time we went out, and I refused to see him again.
A few days ago, I was grocery shopping with Mom, and we ran into him. I hate having to interact with people from my past; I like to keep them there. I shook his hand, politely chatting with him. He was all reminiscent about our model building projects. I don't know if he remembered hurting me. I can never tell with this sort of thing. The encounter rattled me a little.
A few days ago, I was grocery shopping with Mom, and we ran into him. I hate having to interact with people from my past; I like to keep them there. I shook his hand, politely chatting with him. He was all reminiscent about our model building projects. I don't know if he remembered hurting me. I can never tell with this sort of thing. The encounter rattled me a little.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
J-Mas
I went out for dinner with my mother to Ye's Sushi for my 22nd birthday. I hate fish, and was hoping there would be other types of food (yay adventure!); there was. It was all-you-can-eat and we sampled various dishes. I tried shitake mushroom, just to say that I have (it was disgusting, like all other mushrooms). I ordered the bacon-wrapped bamboo (asparagus that I actually liked) twice, and for dessert I had a divine mango mousse, with a lengthy wait for the mango aftertaste. I agreed to let Mom tell the staff it was my birthday, but they only sing for you if you have a group of at least 4 people. Throughout our meal, a stern man in all black, Ye, I assume, patrolled the dining area. There was also a daisho, sparkling sayas, behind the cash register. I wonder if they're real...
It was a good day. Then after midnight I vomited. Twice. For the first time since I had to drink charcoal, nearly 4 years ago. I'm not sure if if was due the food, or from the migraine I had. I'd forgotten how awful it feels to wretch.
It was a good day. Then after midnight I vomited. Twice. For the first time since I had to drink charcoal, nearly 4 years ago. I'm not sure if if was due the food, or from the migraine I had. I'd forgotten how awful it feels to wretch.
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