so as of 1/1/07 i've been trying to write my daily activities in a journal (pen & paper) just for the hell of it... and i'm trying to keep it more fact-based, as opposed to random thoughts or dreams or whatever crap goes on in my head. but of course once i start writing i veer off on tangents of all sorts... so i'm not sure if i'll be posting much on here, i know all one of my readers will be saddened by this news... but hey, i don't keep this journal for the masses... but yea, i'm gonna try to keep this journal as randomness/dreams and the paper journal mainly factual, which means 90% of the time it'll say: Went to work, played WoW, went to sleep.fucking WoW... how i love to hate u...
oh no!!! 2 entries in one day!! what's going on here?!?!? anyway, i feel the need to vent to my journal about the laugh-talker... she's one of those people that when i hear her i grit my teeth... i almost feel bad about how much i loathe her, since i'm sure she's a nice person, behind that sinister laugh-talk of hers!! so, what's her deal you ask?? what makes one a laugh-talker?? i'll tell you! it's quite simple really, and the name is very indicative of what it is... she talks whilst laughing, it's hard to explain in type... but it's something like this: random person: hey laugh-talker, what's new? laugh-talker: ha-ha-not-ha much-hahaha random person: nice, what'd you do this weekend? laugh-talker: he-he-i went-ho-ha to the ha-ha-movies-he-ho i'm not exagerating, she does this obnoxious laugh-talk for no god-damn reason!! i mean, the things she's laugh-talking about aren't even in the realm of funny... and she alway
whilst in the hospital i did have the luxury of having a private room for the first 2 days. around 2 am on the second night the nurse woke me up to let me know that someone else needed a private room more than i did, so i got moved to a shared room. luckily the rooms are divided by two huge curtains that envelope each patient's bed entirely, so there was a good amount of privacy. the guy i was with was a 44 year old black man (he looked more like 64), i don't know exactly why he was there, other than the fact that he was clearly out of his mind. but he was a quiet kind of crazy, luckily. he didn't really talk to me at all, which was fine by me. but when he did talk he was really slow, probably due to sedatives he was on. the curtains were hung so they came up about 2 feet from the floor, so when mister crazy would get out of bed i could see his feets moving around... going to the bathroom (where he wouldn't bother to close the door, lift the seat or flush the bowl) o