The bedroom of a cabin in British Columbia.

If the bathroom was upstairs I’d be shitting in a bucket.

If it makes you feel better I once had an ER physician, like a person who finished medical school, ask me how to spell “tax”. No I’m not kidding.

My Jewish friend told me when I was 6 that Santa wasn’t real, and that was a big old fucking bummer.

Yes there was starting to be some pushback and health education, but most people still smoked at home, and literally everywhere in the home. Your child’s bedroom was fair game. It’s a terrible thing to be in the car in the winter with the windows rolled up and your parent chain smoking away until your eyes swell shut. I know an older nurse who used to work at the pediatric hospital, and she would follow the pediatrician on rounds with an ashtray as he rounded on these children, trying desperately to keep the ashes off the children.

Good evening I choose sweet dreams.

No just a funny.

No but I’ll talk to some in the halls. A lot of my neighbors are Arabic, south Asian, and African newcomers, and I’m almost always in the common part of the building with my dogs, and 99% of them hate dogs and run away from me, despite the fact my dogs are little and one is very elderly and uninterested in people. It’s just not their culture to own pets I guess, so none of them want to talk to me.

If someone seemed to have insight into the disorder it’s one thing. The trouble is a lot of cluster B in general don’t. My mother has BPD and has a violent lack of insight into her problems, and some of my patients too. They are vicious miserable manipulative people who only exist to seek negative attention from others. But people who do have insight seem to do ok.

I was always phlegmy and coughing as a kid so I became convinced I had diphtheria and would die soon, and thought it would be terrible to let my parents know this sad fact. Turns out it was because 1980s parenting meant smoking anywhere and everywhere at all times and cigarette smoke makes me ill.

Of course. I’m just really tired this week of walking past the unhoused people encampments this week in -18 weather and wondering why this is the way it is.

Good for them. I approve. Don’t hesitate, food is a human right.

I deserve it. Cleanse me Luigi.

To hide in and swat people.

Thanks. He’s going to the vet tonight so hopefully we can do something but I’m not optimistic.

Actually that is a little cool. I mean not that you had to do that, but it was creative.

I’m making it with pine cones and fallen leaves, I’ve been reading frugality blogs.

Nah I’m just punchy because of lack of sleep because my poor elderly pug has tracheal stenosis and coughs all night despite medication, and I’m taking it out on everyone…

I wish you the most wonderful day and pleasant night.

Go upstairs, have a nap, you’ll feel better.