Anyway, I think I'll go to sleep and dream about being born into another body! (One that isn't broken beyond repair! The arachnoiditis will never go away. There is no cure.) I have more meds coming tomorrow, and a good dream to plant in my head before I go to sleep!
I doubt I'll come back to the Canteen again. Somehow, my statement that I am tired of blonde jokes turned ugly, and got turned on me, as if I were trying to make trouble. I just didn't want people telling me those jokes. Just like I don't like coconut, and don't want people giving me coconut. But since it was blonde jokes and not coconut, somehow I'm a horrible person.
I'll miss you guys! I thought I'd found an actual home, where I could belong, and not -- well, Bunny knows. But I can feel where this is going, and it's not in my favor. I'm sorry I don't like blonde jokes. It was terrible of me.
Snow Bunny and AntiJen, I wish things had worked out differently. I really do. Misty, I'm glad I met you!
God bless you all,
Beep