2/24/2005 11:12:00 AM|||Amy|||Jesus Christ. Now I'm getting sick. Or it could just be that I'm tired from staying up all night doing things like staring at the clock, laundry and cleaning the kitchen floor. So, I feel a scratchy throat coming on which could really just be something simple and harmless as a little scarring from the gallons of bleach I use whenever I feel the need to obssesively... Christ. I can't fucking believe this, but I have completely forgotten the word for what you do with bleach. And yeah, I think it will do this too whenever you're trying to get ready for employment or probation testing. What is that word??? sanctify? no. anesthetize? no. clean? no. detoxify? no.

Shit.

Wait! It's sterilize!!!!

The girls are better, but Winston is still really tired. She wears down easily, and because of all the sites I've been reading about kids with cancer, I'm worried that there is a quiet monster lurking in her body. My ex-husband, besides thinking many other unkind things about me, tells me I'm whacked for reading about all of the little children dealing with cancer, but reading their stories is inspiring for reasons I'm not all that great at articulating.

I've been diligently developing potty training related issues for Bear and Monkey. I figure that by the time they're adults, I will have done my part to keep the counseling business thriving. I would expand on this but I keep seeing a future Bear, Monkey and Winston reading this and talking about how they hate me - and I am far too sensitive to deal with that.|||110926627428641684|||2/24/2005 11:06:32 PM|||Anonymous|||I'm begging you: no bleach while I'm visiting, okay? My lungs can't take it, and I can't keep buying complete new wardrobes to replace the clothes that got bleach spotted.

Lisa