fantasy party, offensive bracelet, lion mask
When I was in the ER the other day, they told me my blood is pretty much ok now. My hemoglobin is 11.2. Yes, we've done a good job healing my blood.
Take down the paper on the back of the door listing iron-rich foods to eat. Let's move on to other projects. But thank you, spinach, beans, oatmeal, dried apricots, nuts, blackstrap molasses, tahini.
I told Ming, we should have a party called No Longer Anemic. We could eat only foods with no iron in them. "Would that be cool?" I asked Ming.
I think he said it would be a weird party. Would that be cool, to put up decorations of art depicting red blood cells?
Someone could be dressed up as a doctor, wearing a white coat and round reflective thing strapped to their head. Going around telling everyone what to do. Hmm, that sounds like a performance art party. And not fun at all. Nevermind.
I don't know why, but I think my new computer chair is hurting my back.
Last night I dreamed about losing a tooth, but it wasn't a tooth--it was a crown. I just remembered that feeling of the tooth in my mouth, moving around not in its place, the tongued feeling of the hole where tooth should be. Creepy feeling. It was the crown that's given me so much trouble.
I saw this ad the other day--I think it was on facebook. It was for a silver bracelet that had words inside saying--If you get [too shaken by the world, maybe], just remember whose daughter you are and straighten your crown.
I was telling Ming how gross I found that. Ugh! How you should not have that attitude, and if you do, you should try to get rid of it, not inscribe it on a bracelet for your kid.
He said something about how you don't get your power from a parent, and people wanting to be royalty and how that doesn't work out well for them. Princess, king.
Well, you might be remember I fantasized about my rapper name being Dairy Queen. That was more about the dairy.
We bought two masks at the dollar store. The lion mask is made of felt--the elastic is too tight, and it hurt my eyes. I took it off and rubbed my eyes, thinking how being a lion is not worth that feeling.
"Maybe it's for a kid," I told Ming. But it fit him fine. He said we could take off the elastic and replace it with ribbon.
My love is ever the problem-solver. Wish us luck on our journey.
ps
At this motel6, the wifi is terrible. I was trying to load weatherunderground for five minutes. "Can you tell me the weather in Sacramento on Saturday?" I asked Ming. "I'm looking for a high. Not from drugs. From weatherunderground."
Take down the paper on the back of the door listing iron-rich foods to eat. Let's move on to other projects. But thank you, spinach, beans, oatmeal, dried apricots, nuts, blackstrap molasses, tahini.
I told Ming, we should have a party called No Longer Anemic. We could eat only foods with no iron in them. "Would that be cool?" I asked Ming.
I think he said it would be a weird party. Would that be cool, to put up decorations of art depicting red blood cells?
Someone could be dressed up as a doctor, wearing a white coat and round reflective thing strapped to their head. Going around telling everyone what to do. Hmm, that sounds like a performance art party. And not fun at all. Nevermind.
I don't know why, but I think my new computer chair is hurting my back.
Last night I dreamed about losing a tooth, but it wasn't a tooth--it was a crown. I just remembered that feeling of the tooth in my mouth, moving around not in its place, the tongued feeling of the hole where tooth should be. Creepy feeling. It was the crown that's given me so much trouble.
I saw this ad the other day--I think it was on facebook. It was for a silver bracelet that had words inside saying--If you get [too shaken by the world, maybe], just remember whose daughter you are and straighten your crown.
I was telling Ming how gross I found that. Ugh! How you should not have that attitude, and if you do, you should try to get rid of it, not inscribe it on a bracelet for your kid.
He said something about how you don't get your power from a parent, and people wanting to be royalty and how that doesn't work out well for them. Princess, king.
Well, you might be remember I fantasized about my rapper name being Dairy Queen. That was more about the dairy.
We bought two masks at the dollar store. The lion mask is made of felt--the elastic is too tight, and it hurt my eyes. I took it off and rubbed my eyes, thinking how being a lion is not worth that feeling.
"Maybe it's for a kid," I told Ming. But it fit him fine. He said we could take off the elastic and replace it with ribbon.
My love is ever the problem-solver. Wish us luck on our journey.
ps
At this motel6, the wifi is terrible. I was trying to load weatherunderground for five minutes. "Can you tell me the weather in Sacramento on Saturday?" I asked Ming. "I'm looking for a high. Not from drugs. From weatherunderground."
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