heaven ain't close in a place like this

this sweet giraffe had a real crick in her neck. poor thing. and now she is dead, but apparently not from the neck crick. she was somewhat of a celebrity. so i have to ask, if a deformity makes a giraffe lovable, why does it make a person less so?

happy valentine's day

carl, i love you, too!

day of the triffids

the tree tried to sneak in the house this morning, weighted with ice.

and his rifle is the sound of the morning

here's a risqué photo of my chest.



i awoke on monday morning to find these stuck to me. apparently they were there in case i was having a heart attack. which i wasn't. i had a vomit attack on saturday night that lasted well into sunday. i HATE HATE HATE nausea. i HATE throwing up. i went to the hospital where they pumped me full of gravol, (which had no effect) and saline solution. they gave me morphine and some other anti-convulsant. i've decided i love morphine. let me say it again: YAY FOR MORPHINE!

i feel much better now. that'll teach me to take planes full of sickly ontarians. thank god the bub is still well. *knocking on wood*