A day of no particular interest in respect to events, but I have attempted to count how many shoes I have and annotate poems from my anthology- which I'm rather proud of to say the least- they both are impossible tasks. But also today had a little mini drama queen revelation moment that maybe I'm going to be ok. My dad died a few months ago and well I've been pretending to be ok since 23rd August 2003. Not too long I suppose, but long enough. He died of pnemomia from TB, he has been ill for...