the criminalization of the mentally ill

happy christmas.

here are some facts about my day (by roman numerals):
i. i wore my pink toque the entire day.
ii. i've known thomas peters for approximately 20 years and only today had an actual conversation with him.
iii. my bedroom is legitimately clean.
iv. when the truck was full at rhonda's, everyone piled into cars and took off for her new place forgetting i was upstairs.
v. sometimes i want to share inappropriate things on pspd (but don't indulge that urge because i promised sarah i'll omit certain things).
vi. i've inherited hordes of hand-me-downs from rhonda this week to the point that it feels like i live at "junior rhonda's place". these items include: 3 lamps, a shelf, coat-hangers, paint, a massive trunk that once belonged to isaac's poppa. is that it? no i just can't remember everything.
vii. i've really enjoyed my evening in all by myself tidying for my open house tomorrow. i delight in the fact that i'm confidant enough to stay home alone on a saturday night.
viii. i am infatuated with my nighty.
ix. i'm thankful to my wonderful friend who yesterday explained to me that she feels just as up-and-down as i do, but just doesn't vocalize it in the same manner.
x. the number of people who visit pspd drastically drops on the weekend.
xi. i have never seen moulin rouge, but am about to....
xii. i hit the snooze button about 8 times this morning and when i actually got up, i decided to reset my alarm clock and got into bed for another 15 minutes.
xiii. we had 100 timbits at colbourne & north streets today – in total, not each.
xiv. out of all my friend that i invited to come tomorrow to my open house, i'm only expecting about 15 people (that includes my family and kids) because everyone else ignored my email or can't make it :(
xv. when i mentioned a "hot box" in my invitation email i was JUST KIDDING.

i think there are pieces of me you've never seen.