so obviously this paper will have to be about something pretty current, which is fine because i'm more interested in now than the past anyway. the idea of some sort of daily-ish diary thing bores me to death and i know i wouldn't keep up with it anyway. never have. i just don't find my life that interesting, and certainly not interesting enough to write 15 pages. bleh. if only i could write a fictional autobiography. i mean, people have made millions doing that. sure you get yelled at by oprah, but i ain't scared. blah blah blah.

so anyway, i'm watching the "fresh water" episode of planet earth, which ben decided to watch without me for some reason. so far i've learned that not only are otters adorable, they are badasses. a herd of them chased a very large crocodile out of the water and far far away on the land. they were biting it and jumping at it, being all "yeah, we're cute and 1/15 of your size, four of us could fit in your mouth at once, but you better step off! we'll bite you! we'll point and laugh, don't make us call you alligator!" otters is cool. and then it cuts to another water hole where a croc just grabbed a water buffalo and spent an hour drowning it. water buffalo, sure. otters, no chance. some days i think i am a crocodile with nothing but otters in sight. sigh.

have i mentioned that i'm so over this being sick thing? this is ridiculous. and it sucks. and i don't have time for it right now. maybe it could come back between dec. 16 and early january if it must? but seriously it's been a week now, what the hell man. i feels like poo and i sleep entirely too much. i had a presentation in class last night and putting that thing together was just stupid. it probably took two days longer than it should have. reading with the giant stuffy, stupid achy cold head would probably be just as easy if it were in japanese. in the end though i feel like at least the info and brilliant thoughts i had compiled onto me lil handout were good, because the professor didn't take issue with anything or really add anything. i sounded like a babbling idiot i'm sure, but that's not that unusual anyway. yes, like now, smartass reader person.

just for that, the babble continues. i ventured to the chiropractorman this morning which was much needed since i hadn't been since last tuesday. i normally go on fridays as well, but he closes at noon and i was not yet awake at that hour, so no cracking for me. anyway, i was in the back laying on the table whilst waiting for him to finish up the lady he'd been working on before me. i'd heard her ask him if he could feel where it was broken and saying something about it grinding and crunching when someone rubbed her back. the words 'lacerated liver' come up, then 'crushed esophagus.' by this point they were up at the desk, where i could see them. this lady looks fine, is wearing boots with heels even. the only evidence i could see of any sort of injury were two broken fingers. i'm thinking "what in the world happened to this woman and why is she bouncing around in normal clothes and heels?" they leave, the doc comes over and says, "that lady was trampled by a bull. like trampled (he makes arm motions to indicate repeated stomping), like the bull was trying to kill her!" i said something to the effect of "holy crap! awesome!" and he says, "i know, it's really interesting, i can't wait till she brings in her scans!" that is why we like him.

ok. back to figuring out what to autobiograph. wonder if i could get away with writing hayley's autobiography? i don't even think i'm going to class, but i still have to turn something in. curse you, al gore for inventing the internets that led to the emails that lead to the having to turn things in whether you show up or not. plbt!