As in emotional dunkirk, or extreme duress. Bad news. Grandfather has been under hospital care since two days ago. Now he's adamant about returning home, so basically, my parents are forcing him against his own will. Also, the moron doctors have not lived up to their paychecks. Dicks. Atleast accept your blame. Nobody on the ER floor, psychiatrist, MD said "I apologize". Dad isn't bringing a lawsuit against them; personally, I would hang it over their heads as a looming possibility. Do this or.. chop chop guillotine. I mean, come on. Do your job. Any staffer must confer with the wards family about medications. Which ones to keep, which to terminate. Depression medicine typically means, brilliant, that the patient is negating... DEPRESSION. Photography II brings me immense joy. It is a diamond in the rough. 99% female. One brave male soul that does not speak in class. His name is Michael but he's relatively quiet compared to the accross the backroom ranterings of Caroline and I about Pee Wee Herman. I bought Flashbulb Memories on CD today. Sharon's new band isn't what I expected or what he described. The lyrics follow mainstream boy band whineyness, not the viscuid flow of indie rock. Pssssh. Cool cover art. Tomorrow morning I'm waking up early and going with Dad downtown to see Papa, if he is alert. Sometimes the staff plays the "unapproved visitor" card. If not, I'll skip down to Papa Jazz and pick up the Starlight Mints CD I ordered while on photoshoot in Five Points last Sunday. 15.00, including shipping and handling. How bout that bad boy. My grand design to reduce my derriere. In the words of Bridget Jones, mine is "the average size of two medium sized bowling balls". Diet: green peas spinach canned apricots 3 bowls of cereal 1 yogurt 2 cups of sweet tea Diet Coke grand total: 700 cal guilty pleasure: 100 calories worth of chocolate.. so actually 800 (+/- 50)