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Wednesday, August 11, 2004

So, I'm planning this big inclusivity/awareness/sensitivity training/workshop/conference for September, and I'm stuck. I want to give it a catchy name. So far, the closest I've come to anything that even resembles a work is the S. H. Inclusivity Training. Or, SHIT for short. I've tried to work PP in there, too, but the closest I came was "P.P.A.W" for PP Awareness Workshop. Humpf. So, anyone have any suggestions?

In other news, I think my cheese has officially slid off my cracker. I've spent the past few days bordering on homicidal rage, clinical depression, and multiple personal disorder. It's been fun. I've just been letting things around me get to me maybe more than they should. Last night a nasty little migraine put me out of commission for a few hours. It was probably for the best. Does anyone else get migraines here? I only get them when I stress without any sort of release. My vision goes funny, and I don't want to see or hear anything, and then the viscious headache starts. Again, fun.

So, now that I have accepted my small-scale mental breakdown, I'm beginning to see things a bit more clearly. However, I'm facing a weekend with no boyfriend or mother to help break up my days. I think I will busy myself with laundry, or going to the Dollar Store.

Oh, in case you needed more incentive to come see me, I befriended a fellow on the SH bus last Saturday. He works for Sherbrooke Village. He was a cool guy. He's a jazz musician, and is a bit of a leftist hippy type, with a big, bushy beard and a hawaiian shirt. Also, we are, more than likely, somehow related, as we both are descendents of Richard families. He gave me one of his tapes (that I have yet to review, but will). I just received an email from him saying it was nice to meet me, etc, etc, and that if I ever wanted to experience the Village (the tourist attraction, not the movie), that he'd put some passes aside for me. That's nice, non? I probably will never get there, but still, it's a nice gesture.




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