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Mar. 18th, 2007 03:32 pmBeen watching House all day.
It's never the squeam that bothers me. I'm okay with blood, maggots, pus, all manner of grossness; what has me hiding behind a cushion (or Ming-Ming, my toy panda, should a cushion not be readily available) is pain. Watching someone experience pain. Yeek.
I am a leedle overhung. I ought to be tidying my room because I have a
foreverdirt visiting soonish, but when the choice comes down to worsening a hangover or procrastinating, procrastination always wins out. Hell, procrastination always wins out anyway. :D
I'm worried about the teaching thing; namely the fact that I have to provide evidence of good health. After the year I've had? Yeah. Gonna be interesting.
It's never the squeam that bothers me. I'm okay with blood, maggots, pus, all manner of grossness; what has me hiding behind a cushion (or Ming-Ming, my toy panda, should a cushion not be readily available) is pain. Watching someone experience pain. Yeek.
I am a leedle overhung. I ought to be tidying my room because I have a
I'm worried about the teaching thing; namely the fact that I have to provide evidence of good health. After the year I've had? Yeah. Gonna be interesting.