One of the many problems in trying to maintain a reputable sanatorium is simply the amount of people it takes. I mean one has to take into account first the doctors that provide the medical services, but also guards, cooks, janitors, receptionists, tour guides, grounds keepers, animal trainers, board members, accountants, architects, translators, engineers, electricians, pharmacists, artists, and mad scientists, not to mention the entire patient population. Costs run high and the returns are low. Once in awhile a patient becomes functional again, but then there is always the worry they will randomly amputate an innocent bystander and be sent back, adding the insult of apparently not having cured the person in the first place. And then, of course, is the problem of having the thing named after yourself. Who needs this pressure? Not me, that’s for sure. Just the other day I was assaulted by a man whose mother was sent to the sanatorium for strangling four cats and then hanging them from her clothes line. Apparently this man was very close to his mother, and judging from his demeanor, I have a suspicion that we might be seeing him very soon. Perhaps he and his mother can get adjoining cells. Anyway sorry to burden you with my miseries, but I thought I should let everyone know that it’s no cake walk. Thanks for reading, and may I never have to see your face on the other side of a padded door.

p.s. re: cheryl's guestbook post
well dont feel too bad about the bad info, just remember , peter greenaway doesnt direct crap movies. only good ones. with this in mind you'll never go wrong. also, christine and caroline are coming down soon, so we will all get together and do something. no excuses. :)

Sorry about the long absence of posts, but I was gone for a while and then for a while I did not have access to the internet. Wait. I'm not sorry. You bitches just have to WAIT damnit.
anyway, for a week, ok not really just 5 days, I was in Colorado attending a family reunion. It was fun, got to see many family members in various states of distress. (they all have small children) But here's the thing. Our reunion was at a YMCA camp. An Especially religious YMCA camp (I know the YMCA is a religious organization, but usually its pretty tame)Anyway, for 5 days I was surrounded by freakos.now I don't mean any disrespect to those believers who may read my blog, but these people probably reach sexual climax while reading the bible. Adding to my discomfort was the fact that this camp was at 9000 feet. My sister says there was 43% less oxygen there than at sea level (and since she's lived in Europe, I believe her)so it was difficult to breathe, making it that much harder to run from the guitar wielding Christians (like hell I'm going to a sing along worship service.) at my most desperate, I seriously considered running naked through the woods shouting the praises of some earthy pagan goddess,but luckily it never came to that. Fortunately my relatives never realized just how strange I can be and so we got along fine, I even went white water rafting. (actually I'd say it was a bit more like egg shell rafting. It was kinda tame) but overall I had fun, and a moderate amount of fun is all one can hope for at such a....reverent camp.

i dont think im gonna post about my trip. it was long and boring. ok, so i did post about my trip. there you go. sorry its not too interesting, but im tired and lazy. miles and sandy won't leave me alone. blah. at this moment not may of my friends are here in s. pasadena, so ive just been sitting around watching tv. again, not very interesting, but some time soon ill have a real update. i promise. (sorta) :)
p.s. does cheryl still read my blog? if you are reading this, give me a call! (i hope you still have my number, cause i lost your...haha...sorry..we need to get the ol' gang together and hang out...well as many as we can at least)