I can't wash the 'X's off my hands. I feel like such a dork. Damn you, underaged 'X's. Damn you.

And damn my paranoia. I had a talk at work from the Infection and Disease control lady, and now I'm scared of germs. And then, after her came the physio lady. She told me about all the hundreds of different ways you can ruin your back. I'm terrified now.

I am. I'm scared of everything. And according to some, offensive, annoying abrasive and selfish.

Yeah, well fuck you guys. See if I ever feed you guys when you've got serious dysphagia problems [as I am very close to the passing my official self-directed program for feeding cerification].

[BNO rocked. As always.]

I do not have one good picture of myself.

I don't think any even exist.

And I still need to start/finish my homework.