silly the things that make me happy. i’m sitting in sweatpants and a fir-green shirt i bought 2nd hand, chewing gum, listening to tori, pondering reggie’s entry. and i’m perfectly happy. i got off the phone w/ tamar: we were reminiscing. william called my poetry “groovy”. something could go wrong. i mean, come to think of it, i’m getting sick of the taste of nutrasweet — and when i go thru too many pieces too quickly, i start flushing and that can’t be good. i could get a headache. i could remember that i only have four days left to be the charming, easy person i am at home. reggie’s entry hit the nail on the head (forgive the cliche). we don’t have personality mirrors, tho we wish we could, or i do anyway. i was flipping thru girl, interrupted by miss kaysen (who went to [swat]becca’s skool) and noted w/ interest how she had xeroxes of her therapists’ diagnoses of her as she progressed.
i’d love that.
i mean, of course not the crazy part. but diagnoses, honest reads by objective folks. that’d be great.
question: should i fuss w/ javascript? is it worth it? i finally figured out how to do a drop-down menu; but should i? what say you?