We have been sitting in the doctor’s office for an hour and five minutes now. It is boring. For the record.
Apparently we’re next in line, but I don’t know when that line is next moving forward. For the moment, this is largely a chance to practice typing on Swype.
There is one bonus; there is some kind of pseudo-Scrooge romcom movie playing on the waiting room, and John has said that he takes back everything bad he has ever said about my taste in the movies he watches with me.
And as soon as he starts editorializing on the movie, a get called in. Onwards!
Season 1, episode 4 of AHS; note that I am a twit, and that I was (until John pointed out) completely oblivious to the fact that every single episode so far has opened with a murder.
Quicknotes, spoilers following: Continue reading “Man’s reach should exceed his grasp.”
“I really need your help. I don’t want to be like this. I want to be a good person.”
Right, well, Tate has just gained a ridiculous amount of sympathy from me. I have been there. I mean, I haven’t nearly chewed anyone’s face off to make a point or defend my crush, but I have been there. (Yes, more American Horror Story, although no spoilers this time.)
Knowing that there’s something wrong, but that even then the mind you use to understand that truth is off. And knowing isn’t enough to fix it, thinking about it isn’t enough to fix it, wanting it isn’t enough, trying isn’t enough…
It’s hell, and there is no-one I’d wish that on. Continue reading “Madness and the pet monster.”