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i wanna go home. i have been waiting patiently for d-land to come back up to write this entry. this is despite the fact that i have loaded myself up with hours and a new monitor, so TECHNICALLY i could be blabbing all this crud at home. crud all over.

i was just at the hospital, visiting aron. wow, certainly less traumatic than the last visit, though i was still quite skittish. and this bothers me, because i'm not a skittish person. i'm too lazy to "skit". it takes energy to do that!

he looked so much better, and there were fewer tubes. the room was bigger, and not on the ICU floor, so there wasn't that haze of desperation and slow suffering in the air. his room was decorated with posters, one for "Twin Peaks" which i thought was a rather disturbing image/movie/thought to which to be rehabilitated, but hey, whatever works. i think someone had been reading him "naked lunch", too. i picked up a Globe to update him on all the latest gossip.

even though there was improvement, this was improvement from what, 6 months ago? more, now, i guess. when i had asked k8 previously if there had been any improvement, she shook her head. she was busy chiding herself for not visiting for 2 weeks. i vowed to be a better bedside friend myself.

i get a lot of hits for my first entry about aron from "accutain". i don't know what i really want to say about that; just stating a fact for now.

i think i'm going to go home now and think about things i should do. think about damn blasted miracles. blast those miracles. blast 'em out.