| Linda Morton is currently finding it rather hard to breathe. (Much less eat, sleep, or think.) She also can't seem to stop listening to The Shins. In case anyone was interested... |
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| Little girl you've had a busy day today. |
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| Through only the fault of the fates, Rat CVS 38 #1 had been bred to die in the Tulane Neuroscience Department's Chronic Variable Stress Study. Rat CVS 38 #1 was his official title; however, at least in my mind he was dubbed the highly pitiful name of Wilbur. Now due to that tricky uncontrollable variable, individuality, this test subject couldn't properly swim. I knew this. I would take him out early during the ten minute 17 degree cold swims because he just couldn't make it. Then I would rub his pathetic white body and coax him into opening those red rimmed eyes. Now I knew all this but the careless other lab assistant didn't. CVS 38 #1 drowned early today. I wasn't there to rescue him from his watery grave. I wasn't there to rub life back into the listless little corpse. He had lived in this world for 4 weeks and was supposedly booked for at least a couple more. I know it seems stupid to mourn the death of one that lived to be sacrificed. Pity is the only gift left to be received by creatures such as he. me. we. |
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| It's amazing what a hot shower, a red terry cloth robe, and three starbursts can do for a mild panic attack... "I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance" ...and e e cummings. He's the quick anxiety antidote....
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| I am in need of a 'you'. For now I have only the 'me' which happens to be significantly less than half of an 'us'. |
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