have i put this up yet? i may have already. but this is my journal and i can do what i want
sore day, but i guess it's okay. that's why god made pills and gave them to give to my dr to give to my pharmacist to give to me
today was not very primally, i had bread
but todays emotions are better than last night's emotions. and my pink rose bush is puking out a billion pink roses, and i love it. love in the sense that eet's so peaceful to look at and randomly smell while wandering around looking at and watering the others.
but there will be an attempt at PT. as my bay called it, Pain & Torture.