10 days. 10 days and so many stories/lessons not posted. I hope I can pick them up off the cluttered floor of my mind (yep, my mind looks like my living room) and re-assemble the ones that fell from the shelf, (and of course, I put them up there to protect them) and be able to deliver them here; for me to have with some ammount of perminence, and to maintain the integrity of my account of life.

FIRST: Button. It is a noun, it is a verb. I hate it as a verb. I need to button this button. What the fuck. Do you Zipper a Zipper? Car a Car? Computer a Computer? no. and this could lead to confusion. (fucking microwave) but, this is one thing (one thing that proves I'm not crazy and don't waste my time)

Working with strangers that are cancer survivors makes me think. I wish I had spent more time thinking about it at the time, but my mind was needed for the task of working (at the time)

I don't know if I'm used to drama or not.

My mom seemed to want to call me something that she never has/does, but don't worry - I set her straight on that one.