|Saddest picture of me evar.|
This morning, I woke up to my bunk mate saying, "Anna, can I do anything for you?" and a terrifying realization that I couldn't open either of my eyes because they were swollen the sealed shut with my own eye puss (TMI, lo siento). What a sobering realization when I discovered that I couldn't really do anything for myself because of my temporary blindness. I had to have help. I couldn't do it by myself. And that's a scary thought.
Everyday, I realize something new that I never appreciated. I can run, I can dance, I can jump, I can walk, I can move, I can read, I can write, I can speak, I can feed myself, I can brush my own teeth, I can change my own clothes, I can defaecate on my own, I can scratch my own arm, I can wipe my nose, I can do this and that and so much more. I haven't taken the best care of my body, but I do know that the opportunity to have one that (mostly) functions correctly is an incredible blessing.
Just kidding, two more random things:
The Occidental Saloon just put out a video featuring the blessed Fictionist. It's awesome. Of course.
And I sang a Beatles song the other day. Take a listen. Produced by and featuring my insanely talented brother, Bobby James. THX BROHEIM.