Getting to the end of a book is like the apocalypse.
While you're reading the book, if it's good, you live in its world. Then, you get to the last page, and the universe as you know it vanishes.
It's enough to drive one insane. Except that now you're in this world, the 'real' one. You chuckle to yourself, you touch your furniture and have a drink of water. But how real is it? When it ends, will there be yet another universe waiting for us to live in?

I was just watching the movie Nixon, and I have two things to say.
First, Oliver Stone is one of the only contemporary directors I would feel comfortable calling a genius.
Second, about an hour into the movie, there's a surprisingly erotic moment featuring Bob Hoskins (who's hot to start with) and his servant boy. There's no sex, but it's one of the most erotic moments I've seen in a movie ever, mostly thanks to Hoskins' performance.

You know, doctors suck a little. I say a little to compensate for the thousands who say they suck big time. Because, when you come right down to it, most of them are too arrogant, but they DO know a lot about what's going on with the human body.
But.
This is the order of events.
I had a cold. I was having some bad coughing fits. My chest started to hurt, so I went to the clinic. Doctor said I had walking pneumonia. Gave me antibiotics. During the week that followed, I seemed to be getting better, but at an almost imperceptible pace. Then one day my chest started hurting bad again and I returned to the clinic. Different doctor this time. He said I pulled something in my chest, gave me painkillers/anti-inflammatories.
I think the second doctor's diagnosis was the correct one, but even he was really wishy-washy about it. I just don't understand how they can prescribe stuff that alters the way your body works without being sure it's what you need. And if the second doctor is right, that means I took ten days of antibiotics for nothing, which is very bad because antibiotics are to be avoided when possible, because they weaken your immune system.
Why did neither of them suggest I get an x-ray, especially if they were so unsure?
As things stand, I'm still waiting to find out if I'm gonna have to go get a third opinion.

I just found out that my birthday, in addition to being a Mexican holiday, is also the beginning of Emergency Preparedness Week this year. Could I be any more blessed?

I've just been referred to as being "as bright as a Jersey cow standing in fresh pasture in early May after a gentle rain shower" by Jim.
I thought everyone should know. Draw your own conclusions about Jim, or about myself...

Go see Rick's Journal, people, cause I said so. Also because you won't regret it; he's cute, he's funny, and a good writer.

Drugs rule!
Starting around yesterday afternoon I was in some of the worst pain I've had to endure in my life (I apparently sprained a lung or something). The doctor gave me some drugs, which was like giving my pain a one-way ticket to the Bahamas. Have a nice trip!

This one's for you, Sterling.
Since I've lived in Toronto (7.6 years or so) I've noticed an amusing habit people have around here. That would be referring to places such as Barrie or Ottawa as 'northern Ontario'. Do you know how many ways in which this is wrong and laughable? If you look at a map of Ontario, you'll notice that those cities are in the southernmost third of the province (in Barrie's case, make that fifth). Now, by what stretch of the imagination is that northern Ontario?
I like italics.

An envelope that says Lisa. A photo of me at about ten years of age. An empty margarine container that I use for laundry soap. A Sharp calculator that I think I found in a classroom ten years ago. A calander with a picture of a ladybug. An almost-cool black baseball cap that says Feds in red lettering which I got at some job training thing months ago and which I will never wear cause I don't wear hats.