Hang On Little Tomato - Pink Martini

I don't know about my physical symptoms, but I think acupuncture is helping me mentally and emotionally. The treatments are making me cranky at times, but I'm more aware of my fears, I think. Now I wish I knew what to do about them! We're doing more points in acupuncture tomorrow. Hope session #4 goes well.

Didn't have the energy for choir auditions. Sad. But who knows if I'll even get into the school. One step at a time. We'll know in...6 weeks maybe?

Must: eat more. sleep better.

Miss America didn't make the crying face. :'(

emma

Carry You - Dispatch

Acupuncture itself was fine. Relaxing, and the needles are almost microscopic. No porcupine quills! It'll take about 6 visits to see if there’s a difference. It is no fun seeing new doctors though. Lots of paperwork, and then "Reason for Visit" ... in two lines or less. I think I wrote "I'm screwed up." Pff. Whatever gets the point across.

Here at the Institute, dreams do come true. Precisely every 50 minutes I observe two new driving students maneuver a car for the first time. Yep. The DRIVER EDUCATION hot-rod scoots around my street at 5 miles an hour...sixteen times today. I drove that car once. Sigh. So many near-death experiences. If your partner plays racing video games all day AND doesn't speak English, well, best to you.

Tomorrow I may stand in my front yard, excuse me, "The East Quad." New drivers need to learn to know how to cope with surprising or stressful situations behind the wheel. "Your lights! Your light-brights are on! Rainbow Brite! My Little Pony!" "What is this awful leak? I'll just light a match..." Or maybe I'll put a stop sign on my mailbox. Or a No U-Turn in the middle of the cul de sac. Or randomly place a few orange cones or blinking yellow lights. Speed Minimum 55. No parking. No stopping. Time to switch drivers, just keep rolling. Watch your feet.

I wish I could drive.

et

Keep Breathing - Ingrid Michaelson

Today I thought I saw two deer outside. It was just a dog. A really, really ugly dog.

Fatigue, nausea, pain. It feels like I've been punched in the stomach.

Acupuncture tomorrow!

pin cushions,
emma

The Institute

Pain. I think my internal organs are conspiring against me. All of them. Ow.

I will take this opportunity to officially announce the founding of The Emma Trevor Institute of Thought and Design.

The Institute is known for its awe-inspiring scenery [cassette tapes set up like dominoes], its strongly-enforced dress code [semi-pajamas], and its unheard-of 1:1 student:teacher ratio [both me]. I mean, that should go without saying. We're the most selective university in the world. Our staff features yours truly, Professor Emeritus of Trevorology: D.E.T. (Yes, I have been awarded a doctorate because I have been studying this species for, like, ever.)

The Founders are still working on a logo and mascot. Hm. Inspiration could strike at any -- Look! A dead bug!

Time to teach another challenging course: Overly Anticipating The Return of "The Office." I only award A's to students whose term papers include a stapler molded in Jell-0.

Best,
Prof. T-revs

Faculty Bio:
Books and articles include, Good Food Ought To Be Hidden (1999); "Small Things Forgotten: Unearthing 10,000 Beanie Babies" (2002); and who could forget the award-winning "Mastering Sarcasm: YEAH RIGHT" (2005).

[Source: My Crud-entials, 2010]

The Forecast - Jason Mraz

Four-year-old girl on the plane: "Run run run, as fast as you can. You can't catch me I'm the-- hehehe! You can't catch me I'm the-- hehehe! The-- eee hehehehe! Ginger man bread! Cookie! AH HAHAHA!"

haha. I'm back. Florida didn't work out, but it was worth a shot. Thirty percent chance of acupuncture, coming up next.

fun stuff,
et

Marching Bands of Manhattan - Death Cab For Cutie

Very tired. My heart hurts. Not able to do much. However I have found a nice rotation between PBS Kids, figure skating, and C-SPAN.

I'm flying home on Monday!

et

Frown

A beautiful day here, sunny and 80. Thought these conditions would be ideal, but it was a long, rough day. So disconnected cognitively. Heart palpitations, crazy fatigue, headaches, etc. Bed-bound. Had a couple better hours in the evening. Not a lot of rhyme or reason.

Trying to cope with my limitations. I can pray for Haiti. It's enough.

emma