Auntie G and little Ben. He loves me, I promise.
supraventricular tachycardia is just
this little trick, resulting in
electrical currents stuck within
the chambers of my heart and so
the beat goes up and up and up and woah-
until an abrupt cough or a gag or a big old AHUM,
sets it on the right track. back to beating out that melancholy drabble
like “babble babble babble and a metaphor” for your enjoyment or
my own requirement, I’ve possibly lost count of the
silliness, and by my own admission miss it.
But I can’t count on the tach attack or
write it back into arrhythmic madness so
I’ll just wade into the marshes with my sharpest tackle
hoping to catch a bit of the pitter-patter-iambic-pentameter
while stuck with my feet in the mud.
It’s been like four days since I’ve seen my dumb fluffy dog and I miss her
There’s about a 3 mile loop that I can run from my apartment across the stone arch bridge and back. Haven’t run for about a month and a half, but I went out today and it was really excellent. Aaaaaaand now for some cool down yoga
Felt pretty damn cute today
I get to fall asleep and wake up looking at the Minneapolis skyline and it might be my favorite thing about my new apartment.
Don’t wanna pack
Don’t wanna move
Don’t wanna start school
Don’t wanna work
Starting class Tuesday
I have such an excellent family and really wonderful friends and I’m feeling a lot of gratitude for them tonight.
Had a skin biopsy today haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Got a “concerning mole” removed today haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Gonna find out if it was cancerous in 3-5 days haaaaaaaaaaa
Family history lulzzzzzz
Okay so my brother finally posted on facebook so now I can make my own post——-
My brother Ross asked his girlfriend, named, wait for it, RACHEL to marry him and now they are engaged!!!!!
happy day happy day!!!
My dad is a really great writer and a really great story teller, so whenever somebody in our family dies, he gives the eulogy. He and I were just out by the fire pit in our backyard chatting about the eulogies he’s given, and the importance of funerals and the good priests and bad priests we’ve dealt with, and the good moments and bad moments of the last days of illness, and death, and religion, and life. It was a good conversation, and it gave me a moment to reflect on the many stages of grief and the healing process that seems so daunting and miserable and pointless and endless until, one day, you find yourself on the other side of it.
At the end of our conversation he went in the house to clean up and change, and I checked facebook on my phone and found out that a childhood friend’s father (who, incidentally, has the same exact name as my dad) had passed away early this morning after the sun had risen.
Jacqui and I haven’t spoken since we were very, very young, so it would be inappropriate for me to say anything to her now, but grief can feel like an oppressive and stunting thing and in the coming months or years I wish for her to find the peace that I felt this afternoon as I reflected on the people who once were here with me, but now are not.