Resurrection

I suppose resurrecting a blog requires one to write in said blog. Well, I seem to pick the worst times to be inspired to write and so I don't. Take now. I'm at work. I should be working. But I'm writing in my blog about how I should be working.

This weekend I discovered teeny tiny tadpoles in my African Clawed Frogs' tank (Tristan and Iseult). I rescued as many as I could. By Sunday that was about 8 or 10. My original plan was to let them eat their young, but the more I thought about the concept, the more I anthropomorphised it, and it just seemed wrong.

When I have more time and less pressure to look like I'm really working on work-related work, I will write about my handsome customer from the farmers market.

OK! Here we go!
I'm back! Not that anybody cares, but hello again.

Here's my new home blog:
http://homepage.mac.com/luckylamb/iblog/B777116307/index.html--nope it's gone. You're at the right place.

So I took this little quiz, and here were my results:


You're just the woman (or man?!) Boromir ever
wanted. GO YOU! (But watch out that you'll
never get in my way! :})


Are you the perfect mate for Boromir (LOTR)? (not finished)
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I'm in hell. I'm trying to finish a aper on nursing implications on care of the heroin user, and it's like my brain is constipated. I know what i need to say, but it's just not coming out.
Such has been my semester. Like I said. I'm in hell. Just wanted to touch base for all the people who read this. Although I don't think anyone reads it. It's a nice thought though.
See you after December 18th

http://www.jesus21.com I haven't looked into it enought to comment, but it looks quite refreshing from here.
Watched Jesus Christ Superstar this weekend. Bought a Thomas Merton book. Spoke with a patient who was a born again multisubstance addict, with Schizo affect. Nice guy. Tough life. God love him.

i love psych nursing. i want to be a pysch nurse.