The doctor's are incompetent. Something was triggered by a bad piece of pineapple that set mom's moth prickling with pins. They laugh and scoff and say, "oh, pineapple always does that to people. It's acidic, you know."
I never learned how to survive. I'm not a survivor.
I also now cannot leave the house unless there is someone else here in case of emergencies.
Someone said something about getting paid (a grant) to go back to school?? Why has no one mentioned this to me before? One of my nieces supposedly could advise me on that, if I can just get hold of her.
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I'm having to get rid of everything. First the trash, soon it will be the things I treasure. All to Goodwill or the garbage. All the projects, all the things I hoped to someday do. Pare it down.
TMC recently aired James Cagney's movie of William Saroyan's The Time of Your Life. I found a photograph of myself from high school, trying on the costume I put together for our stage production of TToYL.

I may be one of the few people who enjoyed auditions at school. Those damned uncomfortable wooden chairs in the auditorium, I could drape myself over them like taffy and be right at home.
Dana refused the role of Kitty. Dana could have been anything or anyone she wanted to be with me. Why wouldn't she let me make peace between us while there was still time?
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