…Yet here it is. I’ve made an appointment to have a wisdom teeth removal consultation, free of charge. Kind of makes it sound like a tree trimming service, doesn’t it? (Oh, how I wish it were; I’d much rather have … Continue reading
I am on a rampage. That’s right—I’m mad. Spitting mad, if you want to know the truth [though the spitting part has more to do with the phlegm I always seem to wake up to every morning, and less to … Continue reading
I already said that not only do I not feel any sort of Christmas spirit, but I’m beginning to kind of hate it. Tonight, with Poor Kyle out of town, I sat down to watch a little telly (at my … Continue reading
Tra la la. Can’t you hear the joy in my voice? I have a beautiful singing voice. It’s true: perfect pitch, impeccable timing, and never too much vibrato. I would have moved to New York and starred in musicals on … Continue reading
Whenever I feel like there’s the slightest possibility I might throw up, I start to shake. My pulse races, I perspire profusely, and try to talk myself out of it with happy thoughts… “No, Camille, you aren’t sick. You aren’t … Continue reading
I have an appointment to see the dentist tomorrow, which should come as a source of deep consternation to me. And don’t worry: it does. I’m one of those grown-up-ish girls who doesn’t like to brush her teeth, as you … Continue reading
By now it should be generally understood that I am not legally permitted to work in Canada. Friday night (rather, Saturday morning at 3:30 or so), I was at the movie theatre not working, like usual. As Poor Kyle was … Continue reading