The Pea Princess

After telling the whole world I have a yeast infection, I practiced songs in Spanish. Hmm. No love for ME tonight, even if I go out on the town. I suppose I've ruined my chances now-- I will never have a chance to be a part of the Royal family. Darn. And I was starting to think Will and Harry were cute.

So anyway, I practiced Shakira's "Whenever, Wherever" ("Suerte") in Spanish and got it down and I already have "La Tortura" down, and then I worked on Villareal's "Ay Papacito" which I pretty much have together. There's a lot of stuff about Spanish online so I think I could work on sentence structure online and then practice in real life-real time.

I AM going to write the TTSOML but I procrastinate so much, it's clear no one ever knows, including me, when I'll just do it. It's just extremely stressful because it brings back bad memories and it got so bad and I know what it leads up to. So I avoid it.

But that is completely natural. I wonder what VR therapy would be like for me? Virtual reality of coming into contact with monks and Dick Whittemore? and shock sensations? Yeah, maybe I should just volunteer to have the MRI crew do a little work on me.

I am still trying to figure out if I can have tooth enamel analysis done, because if it proves stuff, it will be there. It really happened, and I and my son are still not okay. I also want to write about how my son's development was and what happened with him and some theories of why he should be getting an MRI of his head, but I'll have to do it in a minutek after I take a small break I think.

The princess is signing off for now. I feel a pea beneath my couch cushion which has to go.