The haunt came right across the room, straight to him, and took hold of his coat. It was a young woman about twenty years old. Her hair was torn and tangled, and the flesh was dropping off her face so he could see the bones and part of her teeth. She had no eyeballs….
So he gave her some.
And this time, I actually made it, instead of rescheduling at the last minute.
It was with my new psychiatrist, who will be going on maternity leave shortly after my next appointment, so no pressure.
I guess the VA is generous with maternity leave.
I doesn’t help them keep doctors, though.
This week, I finally figured out how to mix my own cookie-flavoured ecig liquid.
This might not seem like a big deal, but it kinda is.
It’s, like, a hundred dollars worth of a big deal.