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[sticky post] Facts??? I think not . . . Jun. 6th, 2015 @ 04:36 pm
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Started on Saturday, June 6, 2015 . . .


  1. Saudi Arabia is the world's tallest land mammal.
  2. Greece is located in the continent of Spain.
  3. Fresh kale is blue.
  4. Kevi Vacon is the name of an actor.
  5. Winnie the Pooh lives in Shermon woods.
  6. Oslo is the capital of Switzerland.
  7. The term for the distance light travels in one year is revolution.
  8. Crimson is a shade of blue.
  9. A rat is an insect.
  10. A comet is a children's outdoor toy attached to a string.
  11. There was a king of England named Henry Visio.
  12. Andrew Carnegie made his fortune in the opera industry.
  13. The original color of Yoshi from the Super Mario Bros. series of games is purple.
  14. Spiderman is a Disney villain.


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Having a hard time today . . . Aug. 23rd, 2016 @ 10:34 am
Today was not easy at all. I woke up feeling incredibly guilty and crying. I didn't have my Mama's forgiveness directly, and I've not felt anything from her in dreams other than criticism. I tried my best to get her the care that she needed. I really wanted her to get better because I wanted my real Mama back. I would've loved to have the real her back. I hadn't seen that since elementary school . . . except sometimes the real her shined through. She hid her real self many times when out in public. This time of year can be so hard for me. From June to September . . . it's not a good time of year for me at all. Then Mothers' Day and Fathers' Day aren't easy, either. April can be difficult because that is when Daddy passed away, but I don't seem to have AS DIFFICULT a time with his passing . . .I don't know why. But, I feel guilty that I couldn't be with Mama as much as I would've liked. I feel guilty that I couldn' bring Niblet to see her as much as I would've liked (although the nursing home wouldn't let her have him and he was scared of her). I feel guilty that I couldn't get her into the nursing home where she wanted to be. I feel guilty about the PEG tube, although I did get my objective out of talking to her about the second time and tried to talk her into getting an NG tube (and she wouldn't even agree to that).

Post-op depression and anxiety Aug. 17th, 2016 @ 04:42 pm
Post-operation depression is not fun. It also comes with post-operational anxiety. I don't like any of this. The anxiety is not like the anxiety that I had while on the Losartan. It was way worse and I didn't want Briana to leave me AT ALL when I was on that. The thought of how that made me feel still scares me and the memory makes me cry.

It turns out that this post-operation depression and anxiety is normal. Sometimes I'll just start crying over nothing and then it'll take on a form of something to be sad about (and I can't control what it is). Sometimes I don't even have any reason to be crying other than my body just makes me cry.

The anxiety is not good, either. With it, there is an almost constant lump in my throat. I worry that I'll do something stupid, but I don't want to do anything stupid. I have these "what if" thoughts. They are so stupid and I hate them. If I were feeling completely like myself, I'd not have these at all. I'd not think about stupid stuff like this - like what if my throat was slit or I was choked. It may be by me or by others. Thoughts of "What if my sister found me . . ." in some horrible condition like that.

I can say that sleep is good because once I get to sleep, I don't have those thoughts. Honestly, when I wake and am just down in bed and relaxing, I feel normal and don't have those thoughts. However, when I sit up and start doing stuff for the day, then the feelings of depression and anxiety come back.

I scare myself because of these feelings.

I'm glad that I have found they are common after surgery. I hate how they make me feel and while I am not suicidal at all, I keep reminding myself I have every reason to live and reminding myself of all the things that I want to accomplish. It is so strange because I have no desire to hurt myself or anybody or anything else.

I wish doctors and nurses would warn you of these things.

Stupid Pharmacist!!! Jul. 24th, 2016 @ 06:18 pm
When I was dismissed from the hospital, I was given prescriptions of Oxycodone, Losartan, and Iron Sulfate. At first, I thought how great the Oxycodone was because of the pain relief, but it's horrible. It gave me nightmares. I couldn't concentrate on anything. The only times I truly felt okay were when I was asleep. Being that the Oxycodone made me not able to concentrate much, I couldn't tell if the Losartan was doing anything or not.

Anyway, I stopped the Oxycodone and continued the Losartan for a bit. However, always around the time I took it, I would get extremely anxious and I'd not want Briana to leave me AT ALL. She was nice about it knowing that I was on these meds and would stay in my room with me. One time, she even tried sleeping in my room a bit, but her doggies didn't want her to stay in my room, so she ended up going to bed.

Anyway, the feeling was getting really bad. I could barely think of words to describe the feeling and that isn't good for me at all! I like to read, write, and learn! If I cant' have words, I can't do that!

I finally came up with words to describe my feelings. I could actually place them even more today because I've not taken any Losartan. I told Briana now if you can imagine something like the sound of a buzz saw or a table saw (and if you don't know that, imagine the sound of an appliance that buzzes, but intensify it in your imagination), then keep the FEELING that comes with the intense buzzing, but there is no more sound, then REVERSE it so that it is coming from the inside of your head to almost all the way around it . . . like up to your ears or eyes and behind the head . . . THAT'S THE FEELING.

I called the Walgreens pharmacy and told the pharmacist that the Losaratan was giving me bad anxiety. The pharmacist was not good saying that, "It's not a side effect." Anxiety is listed as a side effect with a major severity! I don't know the pharmacist that was in at that time, but I don't like that one!

There are still times that I want to cry, but that's just normal sadness and silly and cute things make me smile and laugh and I'll pop out of that. There are just sad things that cross my mind and those make me want to cry. Or, there are sad things that I see.

I feel bad if for my Mama if she had that feeling that I did for a long time. I can understand her wanting her hair cut because it did feel like it was all in my hair, but thankfully somewhere in my mind I knew better.

I never understood what she meant because she wouldn't explain how she felt. She would just wave her hands in kind of circles around the side of her head and say that was how she was feeling. I found that I was wanting to do that, too. I had always told myself that I don't want to end up like her, addicted to medications. I won't take those antidepressants. I'll talk. I'll cry.

I knew I had to stop taking the Losartan when that was happening and I've definitely felt like myself. I've just wanted to cry at times afterwards. It hasn't been because of anxiety or being depressed. I just need time and prayers. This whole thing with Briana and then my gall bladder have my emotions all mixed up.

Hopefully, now, all this with my Mama will be gone for good now, too. I'll always love her and I now I think I understand how she felt when she did that strange motion with her hands near her head. Hopefully all the worry will be gone. Things need to be good for a few years and so far, I've not had a run of good years since my Daddy passed away. Well, even before that . . . starting with little Micron.

March 2008 - Micron passes away
April 2008 - Daddy passes away
December 2008 - Marbles passes away
September 2012 - Mama passes away
March 2014 - I'm arrested by sheriff's coming to my HOUSE. They don't put my into intake and the throw me in a dark cell to where I am all alone. And I'm terrible scared and want to be back with my sister and Niblet, Woofles, and Krueger
August 2014 - Woofles passes away
May 2016 - I'm scared that Briana could have died and then I'm still left alone for a month (and I HATE being alone . . . I NEED people around!)
June 2016 - My gallbladder is removed


Where are my good years that I am supposed to get to ENJOY as a young adult? I certainly have not had any of them for YEARS. I've not even written about all the trials Briana and I had taking care of our parents even earlier than that.

Minus a body part . . . Jun. 21st, 2016 @ 12:16 pm
I am now without a gall bladder. Early Thursday morning, I had this sharp pain under my right rib. I had spams that felt like hiccups, but I wasn't hiccuping. Being that we don't have any taxi companies that run in the middle of the night, I went to Urgent Care when it opened. They told me to go to the ER. A friend brought me to the ER at Lake Charles Memorial and helped me get all checked into the ER. I was admitted to the hospital.

I was diagnosed with gall stones and one obstructing the bile duct. The spasms must have been the stone trying to pass because they eventually stopped and then I just had the pain without the spasms.

So, I was admitted to have my gall bladder removed.

I was on an all clear liquid diet from Friday through my surgery on Monday. All clear liquids diets are not very nutritious and, well, a good way to "cleanse" the inside of your body, I guess.

After my surgery, my lunch was a liquid diet. With what they said that I am supposed to eat, I was surprised that the lunch was basically all dairy! I had cream of potato soup and ice cream!

By dinner, I was allowed to eat solid foods. Whatever they served was gross. I don't know if it was "Cajun rice" or if they forgot to give me my turkey with my stuffing.

This morning, they gave me bacon, eggs, and a roll along with some orange juice. I liked that.

Lunch was a fried pork chop (which wasn't great, but it was okay, and I couldn't finish it) and some mashed potatoes (which were too spicy), and then pudding for dessert.

I get to go home today. I have prescriptions that I need to get. That should not be a big deal.

I am thankful to be rid of the pain and glad it was not something more severe.

It's not been the most fun journey, but all of the staff have been nice and that made the hospital stay much better.

Very important update!!! May. 29th, 2016 @ 01:57 pm
I've not updated here, and I need to update. If you pray, please pray for Briana's healing! (Also, please pray that I can handle life while all of this is happening).

On Wednesday night, Briana was the victim of a hit and run. Nobody stopped at all. Not the person that hit her. Not anybody that might have been around (if there was anybody). I wasn't there, so I don't know. The only thing she had told me was that she was taking her dogs to go out to the bathroom, so don't ask me what she was doing on Ryan St. However, from the two places that she said she thought she was, both of those have traffic lights, so it sounds like she was being safe and the car ran the light!

She is up in Memorial hospital and is doing okay. She has left rotator cuff injury, so her left arm gets numb on and off. She also has a lot of scrapes and bruises. Thankfully, though, she is alive. They didn't say if she had a concussion or not, but she remembers things fine. I think it is the pain medicine that makes her loopy, not the accident. I know that it makes her tired, but that's a good thing because her body needs rest.

The last she told me, she goes faster than the nurses expect her to go. She wants to be able to move again.

I told her that she is going to have to stay at our house (she can take her dogs into the front yard, but that's it) once the sun has set and she is only out either with me or at a place where I or somebody else is going to pick her up if it is dark.

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I've had a person act like she knows all about my life and everything that has gone on it. She acts like she knows what it is like because she took care of her mentally ill mother. Her life is nowhere near the same as mine. She acts like it is, though. She lives in California. I live in Louisiana. Louisiana doesn't have tons of resources like other states. Either they tell you that they'll take the person away and put them in special living, or that they don't qualify for things. They don't provide exactly what is needed. Adult protective services has come to our house many times and that is because somebody keeps reporting Briana and it is none of their business. I'd love the house to be cleaner, but I don't have the money for a housekeeper and Adult Protective Services won't provide one, so how can I have one?
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Most people are being very great and helpful. Thank you, it does mean a lot as this is quite stressful. It can be difficult taking care of Briana, but she is also a huge help around the house and I do miss her even if there are times that she gets annoying and irritating. At least she was still telling me things like not to spoonerize "pork stew."

If you want to know some stuff I've dealt with in my life, read on . . .

`In Kindergarten, I was extremely sick - esophagusitis.
`In third grade, I had it again with tonsilitis from staph bacteria.
`By the time I was in fifth grade, people were teasing me horribly - for no good reason, they just were. They kept this going on through middle school, some through 12th grade. Some are still mean and do it up to today.
` in sixth grade, I was diagnosed with scoliosis (which thankfully, they caught it, but now I do have a weak back and the side effects of having scoliosis and wearing a brace for THREE YEARS).
` When I was in eighth grade, Briana had surgery for her scoliosis. I ended up taking care of her and doing her therapy with her more than my parents.
` In 10th grade, I had bacterial pneumonia and I'm pretty sure my doctor was stupid, only having me stay at home for two weeks. I think I should have probably been in the hospital. I don't feel like I ever regained all of my stamina or lung function.
` In the summer of 2002 is when my Daddy had his left leg amputated under the knee because of a horribly bad infection and Charcot's foot. He blamed it all from a blood blister that he claimed he got from stepping on a toy - but I really doubt that. He never took care of his feet as well as he said he did.
` About a year later, he had to wear a boot on his right foot because of Charcot's foot. My Daddy, despite my weak back, would make me take his wheelchair in and out of the van and push him around in grocery stores and such places. He would also make me take on the trash on Thursday mornings (do everything), and not let me get it done on Wednesday nights!
` I tried to get a job at McDonald's the first time I was in college. They were not supposed to have me do janitorial work and were supposed to train me. They had me train on janitorial work the first day that I got there. The next two times, they never trained me and made me do janitorial work! By the fourth time I was supposed to be there, I was so sore and in such pain that I could barely move. My Mama had to go with me in order for me to just be able to move. They had never trained me to do anything else and instead of having me sit and learn anything, they just fired me on the spot. Then they even had the nerve to call me at 5am on day and say I needed to open the place, and then go "Oops, wrong Bridget."
` My Daddy passed away in April 2008. I was extremely depressed (when somebody close to me dies, I am usually extremely depressed for four to six months).
` My Mama was on those stupid antidepressants starting when I was in second grade. She would come out of her therapists office and just tell me that she told the therapist everything was fine rather than actually talking! The therapist at first had her on BOTH Wellbutrin and Paxil. Later, it was just a Paxil. That doctor retired and she never got a real therapist/doctor again and her GP (the family doctor, who I will NEVER go to again - honestly do NOT got to Dr. Arthur Primeaux!) would just adjust her Paxil however she wanted it to be.
` I had to deal with my Mama getting worse and worse. The neuropsychiatrist she went to lied. He kept saying that she was fine, that she had something like Asperger's that wouldn't get any worse. It was all a lie because she kept getting worse and they wouldn't wean her off of those antidepressants. She became convinced that I was trying to kick her out of the house which isn't true at all (I told her to go have fun one day so Briana and I could work on cleaning). She would keep falling and hitting her head even though we told her to fall on her butt, her arms, or her legs, because you can heal a broken limb. She would look all beat up. All I would do was help her, but I later found out that somebody reported me for elderly abuse!!! I was never told this at first! Oh, yeah, and things were bad because even earlier when she was "okay," she would drink and water would come out of her nose I told her that it wasn't normal and she REALLY needed to see a doctor about that, but she wouldn't listen to me. I couldn't force her and her GP would not listen to me at all. He flat out refused to listen to my concerns about her.
` I had to deal with stupid nurses constantly calling me about my Mama. She was insistent that she didn't want a PEG tube and while it was hard for me, I wanted to honor her wishes. I was also worried she pull out a PEG tube since she had a history of pulling out tubes. I urged her to get an NG tube like I had when I was little because of the esophagusitis, but she even refused that, no matter how much I urged her to do that.
` My Mama passed away in September 2012.
` My grandpa also passed away in September 2012 and I had NO IDEA that he did other than a Facebook friend telling me about his obituary in the newspaper! His girlfriend's caretaker was a HUGE liar and said she couldn't find our telephone numbers (the home one is easy to find online) and then she tried to make us feel guilty saying that we never came to visit him which is a bunch of bull because we would come and he would always say not to come into the house! My grandpa hid how terrible is health was from us! He kept saying it was his girlfriend who was in such bad health! Briana and I got NOTHING . . . not even the flag from his service in WWII. He basically completely disowned us. His girlfriend was rude about it, too. He signed everything (which, I guess he didn't have much, but still) over to her. She wouldn't even let Briana look for what he always called "the green can" that he would tell us to find if anything happened to him.
` I was falsely arrested AT MY OWN HOUSE for stalking somebody that I NEVER stalked. The sheriff didn't have evidence and even knew what was truly happening because the sheriff said not to call him, so the sheriff was corrupt and acting on the other person's word. They said that he is the one that signed that I was stalking him, but I never got to see the signature (of course). If I had, I would've been able to tell because we used to be friends.
` Life is better again, in general. Briana and I help each other with things. We often do chores together. We'll take turns so each of us can rest our backs. We do things how they work for us and we often wish they would work out better, too. I am doing my schooling so hopefully I can get a good job where I can afford a housekeeper - at least one that comes once a week to wash dishes, clean the bathroom, empty the trash cans (and not one like the gal that insisted she was our house keeper, kept asking Briana for more money, made my life MORE stressful by telling me that I needed to buy tons of stuff for her to make the house look how she wanted it; and I think she stole stuff, too . . . there are a few things I've never found again that seem like they should've still been here).

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Screen Reader May. 8th, 2016 @ 04:38 pm
My screen reader is strange. It says
"appendicitis" as "ap-pen-dish-ih-tus," via as "vie-er," Les Miserables as "lez miser ables," and blogger as "blojjer."

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Grad school . . . Apr. 28th, 2016 @ 12:32 am
My first semester of grad school is almost over. It's hard to believe that is how it is. I have to proofread one paper and then finish another and the semester is done on April 30.

I start my next semester on May 9. Yes, that's the summer semester. I'm taking a class called "special topics in theatre" and I found out that the special topic this time is American Musical.

I'm sure that will be interesting. Two books about musicals were required and then two DVDs of musicals. I know that one was the current "The Sound of Music" that Carrie Underwood (is that the right country singer?) did.

And the other is . . . I can't remember it. I'm going to go look . . .Oh, yeah, Memphis. It says it is the original Broadway production. I don't know anything about that musical.

I've been thinking about all different things I could propose for a job. I'm not being lazy with that at all. I just need to keep thinking and then start doing once I have more ideas.

It is only a couple of weeks now until the dog trainer I hired is scheduled to come to the house, so I told Briana she really needs to keep cleaning up after her dogs.

My poor backyard gate and needing to block the part where the dogs can get out by going under the house . . . it makes it so much nicer when they can go outside by themselves and we don't have to take them out.

The problem is that her dogs would use the bathroom inside, anyway.

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Kinda responsible . . . Mar. 17th, 2016 @ 01:06 am
I've been figuring things out and I've figured out that it is okay if I take two years to completely my graduate degree. I've been trying to figure things out. So, I type all of this out and I really don't want to lose it.

(I think all of these have an online distance option at some point since they are required)

The 595
The 599
The 700 - Research and Aesthetics in Theatre
The 719 - Dramaturgy

Any two of these:

SSW 511 - Playwriting
The 627 - Makeup for the Stage and Screen
The 632 - Theories and Concepts in Acting
The 633 - Theories and Concepts in Directing
The 725 - Theatrical Design Process 1
The 726

Two more approved classes (I'm not sure if all of these are available for distance learning or not)

SSW 502 - Writing Tools
SSW 512 - Writing the Short Film
SSW 514 - Writing for Television
SSW 614 - Topics in Scriptwriting
The 651 - Theatre Promotion and Management
The 681 - Practicum: Production
The 711 - The Meisner Technique 2
The 722 - Advanced Directing for Stage 1
The 724 - Stage Management for Theatre
The 728 - Scene Study
The 729 - Advanced Scene Study
The 775 - Special Topics in Theatre

What if? (Need a total of 30 credits)
Spring 2016 - 3, Total 9
Then I do part time?
Summer 2016 - 1, Total 12
Fall 2016 - 2, Total 18
Spring 2017 - 2, Total 24
Summer 2017 - 1, Total 27
Fall 2017 - 2, Total 33

or full time during the summer?

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For this, WOW=Work of Writing (whatever you choose) Answer as many or as few as you want. I choose "Yet Another Shakespeare Rewrite" or "The Winter's Tale for a Modern Day Audience"

1: What inspired you to write the WOW this way?

It was already a play format when given the assignment and I wanted to make it the whole play and keep it as a play.

2: What scene did you first put down?

Act III because that was the scene I first wrote for the sock puppet version, but they all went through revisions.

3: What's your favorite line of dialogue?

"He doesn't know the difference between a Big Mac and a Maserati" is one of my favorites. That just came to me one day and I knew I had to include it in the play.

5: What part was hardest to write?

Perdita's speech about the natural and genetically engineered flowers.

6: What makes this WOW special or different from all your other WOWs?

It was based on Shakepseare's play and it was performed for two nights on a stage as well as me still figuring out exactly what I am going to do with it.

7: Where did the title come from?

Being there are so many shakespeare rewrites, I thought it was funny to call it "Yet Another shakespeare Rewrite" because "The Winter's Tale" doesn't have rewrites. Yet, almost all of the other plays have some type of rewrite as a play, a novel, or a movie.

8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?

Yes.

9: Were there any alternate versions of this WOW?

I started the rewrite by keeping all of Shakespeare's characters' name and the locations the same. I made sure to make things more modern little by little.

10: What do you like best about this WOW?

I can't really choose a best thing.

12: What do you like least about this WOW?

I can't really choose a thing I like the least, either.

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn't listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

I listened to a lot of the music I used for scene changes and the Josh Woodward music that I used for preshow and intermission music, but that was while working on things for the play and while writing it.

14: Is there anything you wanted readers/aidoemce to learn from reading/seeing this WOW?

Whatever they can learn from it.

15: What did you learn from writing this WOW?

Sometimes inspiration can come from the strangest places. Other times, a lot of help is needed in order to find inspiration.
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Last year, both Briana and I went to KCACTF for Region 6. I can't afford to bring her along in any way this year, so I am going with McNeese Theatre (I know that I'm going, I'm just not sure how McNeese can decide who is and who isn't going, but that's nothing of my concern). Radar is coming with me and Briana will stay home. I will make sure that people know she is at home and that they help to look after her for the six days that we are gone.

I know it is only six days, but this is Briana and that could get a little dangerous in some ways. I'll leave her with some money so she can definitely get a good meal each day. She won't have it until the day before we leave.

Anyway, I did write last year that I saw a six plays. They were Woyzeck, Machinal, Delta-V, Bengal Tiger at the Baghdad Zoo, In & Between, and Marcus or the Secret of Sweet.

I realized that I hadn't recorded the plays that I saw back then.
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Oh, yeah, I managed to write down enough in my dark room to be able to say that last night I had this really strange dream.

I was watching PBS with Briana Lyn Delaney (okay, that's not the strange part - that can really happen) and this show came on where a fairly large group of people was in a bathroom and they were sitting all over, especially over a stall door and they were supposedly naked and rubbing each other. On the mirror, in a stylized writing, kind of like the "Cheers" logo, but not quite and in circular formation with the top bending down and the bottom bending up, but going around in the circle, it said "Fish Tank" and then this little squeaky singing of "Fish Tank, Fish Tank" was heard over and over.

Briana asked what it was and I told her that I think it is one of those weird British sketch comedy shows and that I didn't think I liked it, but I wanted to watch the first sketch to see how I liked this one for certain. She left.

The first sketch started and this guy was in what was like a classroom, and at the back of the classroom there was this "booth" I guess kind of like a jury box and this girl walked into the back door and she is angry. The guy inside isn't a teacher, but a store clerk and the girl claims that she is going to sue him if he can't find the hamster. The girl goes into the booth/box thing at the back of the room. We only see the girl and she says, "Now you are splitting dimensions" and then the scene cuts to a picture of the guy sitting on a clock on the wall and a smaller wooden desk (more like a "home desk" or "office desk" but small for a student in a classroom) where he is also sitting, but he is almost flat as he sits on those surfaces. The scene cuts back to the girl who is then sitting on the door of this booth/box, but she stands up inside of it and opens a door on the front and comes out of the area. Then she sits in a chair at one of the desks. The clerk is only in a chair at one of the desks, but the girl says "You're doing it again" and then we see a doll, well, two dolls, but it supposed "the same" doll that is sitting on two separate desks. . . .

and then my writing is WAAAY too messy . . . and I don't really remember much of the dream after that, either. Maybe that's when I woke up.
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» Strange dream . . involving a sleepover?
I had a strange dream last night. It was like I was back in seventh of eighth grade and on a Youth Sleepover, but A.J.​ and Eric​ were their current ages and were hosting it. However, with me (in their youth ages) were Ian, Brad, and Amber. There were a few others, but those were the central people in my dream. Ian kept singing out loud in his sleep and it wa the first time Brad had heard it, but the rest of the youth knew that this was a regular thing for Ian. The song was in English, but it was like it was an Aria and the youth kept laughing because they knew he wouldn't stop until he actually finished the song. He kept singing, "Eukaryotic mushrooms and deep dish pizza. I'm really hungry and I must order some deep dish pizza, and oh yeah, don't forget the Eukaryotic mushrooms." However, it was like it was a musical, not an opera, because Ian would stop and tell us, "I can't, I must finish the musical, it's called 'You Must Shut the Kitchen Door."
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» Stupid online records . . .
Why are there records showing that my Daddy passed away on April 8, 2008 when it was May 5, 2008? *sigh* Stupid online things that get things so wrong.
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