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So its a rhythmic chant. The bold is the emphasis.

It picks at your brain

It drives you insane

the beating refrain

the hum  of the train

the ongoing tales

the endlessly trails

the whispering whales

the wailingly rales

           Stop

Dumping

I finally got my secondary application in for Med school. I just have to fill out my PhD application, send it with transcripts and application fee and letters of recommendation. On the down side, the deal on the house I bought at auction fell through; its likely my landlord will terminate my month to month lease, after I've responded to the fact that they entered my apartment without appropriate notice...I have no where to go or take the kids and I'm just too tired and worn to move right now; My  common law spouse is back to saying he's leaving me and going to seek full custody of our children, even though he of course spends nights with me and comes back for emotional energy when he's down; my grandmother broke her tibia (she cares for her disabled daughter and her granddaughter with down syndrome) and my grandfather has been put in a nursing home for the duration...needless to say, like a bad grandaughter I have not called or visited them because I have been sick; I had a suprise major exam in class today; ah what else.

Sometimes the seas are stormy

And greyness strokes the sky with a slow cloudy paintbrush

The wind carries warning of rain and uncontrollable skies

But for now there is only smallness in the greyness...

Little stormy peaks on on little stormy waves

Little brushes on your cheek by sandy salty restless breeze

A sun who has *intelligently* hidden.

And birds, agitated call to their families and mates

     <I>Come home Come in, while its still small before its immensity swallows you</I>

and if it does?

You know...

this too, in time will pass.

Mud Hut

If it weren't for my children I would live in a small hut with a mud floor. That way, not only would people not complain if I didn't sweep it, but it would be considered normal to have dirt on the floor.

In other news, I started the ASL interpreter program at the local community college. The medical school gave me a deadline extension on AMCAS, and I got that turned in (thats $180 application fee for just one school! Not the kind of money I have to waste) I'm going to finish the secondary application on Mon. I would have done it this week-end but my printer ran out of ink and I can't afford another cartridge. ( I can buy a thirty dollar cartridge or pay the fourty dollar secondary application fee). Ah, my future in medicine rests in the hands of the local library.

Cheers in this blizzard (I bet those of you in Florida are glad your not North right now)