unplug me

while i was in the 'bahamas' i found out that i have a bit of a potassium deficiency. it's a good thing i was as out of it as i was or there would have been some problems.
i go for coffee with clemy the day i get back home and mention this to her. she then reminds me that terry schiavo had the same problem from all of her purging that ultimately led to her coma. it is a good thing that i did not think of that sooner or i'd still be there as i wasn't completely calm til i got a bottle of K supplements that evening.
FYI- if i end up a fucking vegetable and after 6 months of drooling and shitting myself uncontrollably, with no hope in sight, clemy has the right to 'accidentally' trip over my feeding tube thus pulling it out of the wall.

Public Enemy #1

this is Tubby. Tubby is my archnemesis.
satanbot

My Body Belongs To Me

so, a few weeks ago my mother says she has something to tell me before my next doctor appointment and to remind her when i get back in town. i'm figuring she just wants to reiterate the fact that she thinks she's sane and so he should to. wrong. i forget about this crap and a week and a half ago she brings it up again. i tell her that i don't see my doc for another 10 days and to just tell me now and get it over with. she finally does and it's a whammy. apparently my grandfather, who's been dead almost 20 years, molested her when she was about 5 years old. what the fuck?! how is this supposed to help me?! what made her think that i even cared? that crazy bitch told me that it may help me make some sense out of how she is. she's nuts, i'll tell you that (clemy can back me on this one). i don't doubt that this happened, i just know that it's not the answer to what she is.

the truth is, i don't even care. i just don't. this is the most noteworthy story from the past couple weeks and i had to share.