bury my heart at wounded knee, which is where i now live.
when your body stops doing what it is supposed to do, suddenly everything takes eons and is a whole affair, and you just want to cry with frustration/rage/helplessness all the time. or, you do if you're me. plus, i'm not that great at handling large amounts of pain. it totally blows, and so i am utterly dispirited and hurting and hating a lot of things right now. most things, really.
i owe emails. i owe comments. i owe many, many things. mainly, though, all i seem to be able to do is whine/rage/weep. and i've got a month of this to look forward to. and so do you, as readers of my painjournal. er, livejournal.
so, in lieu of any actual content, i will instead make demands: porn and cake. that's what i want, petulant/exhausted four year old that i am.
