I still have no internet access at home so please don't expect too much from me for a while. I'm in the Treehouse, where my office is. I have an office and business cards now, does this make me a real person? I've got to be at least 3/4 of one. I feel dead tired, and my head hurts. It's been one of the worst parts of the Pill for me...pretty much the only bad part: killer headaches. Today I finished my second pack, though, and I haven't forgotten one yet. (yay me)

I'll try to keep my thoughts about last Tuesday short. I don't really have anything to say that hasn't been said before. The worst part is that my hands are tied. Bonnie suggested that we donate blood, and sadly that's an avenue that's no longer open to me. As most of you probably know, when I was 15 I did a three month exchange to France. In the last month, blood donation legislation has been changed so that anyone who has lived in France for three months or more in the last 20 years can no longer give blood. (I believe this is related to mad cow disease.) And it's not like I want to be giving people my tainted blood, but at least I'd be doing something. In the meantime, I will pray.

I have a diary entry at home that I will post later, if and when I ever get my Internet at home working. These last few weeks have been incredibly frustrating...pretty much everything has gone wrong in someway.

I miss my friends.

I'm supposed to go out tonight with Pauzé, but I feel damn tired, and I have to read a hundred or so pages of Canterbury tales (blah) and I had readings to do for psych, but my textbook is no longer in the bookstore so basically, I'm fucked. and pissed off. but I know many, many people who are in that class, so hopefully I can borrow the textbook from them.

why me?

-rhiannon
"where have all the flowers gone?
long time passing
where have all the flowers gone?
long time ago..."

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