here's the story: i went over to my grandmas house yesterday after work to clean up her front garden. after i arrived, she came out and said that my mom had left a message for me, to bring back this old shell that looked like a bullet. it had belonged to my grandfather from when he was a kid. he had asked his next door neighbour who was going to war, if he could bring him back a german helmet. instead he got the shell. and so it has sat in my grandmothers house for years now. collecting dust i suppose. i'm not sure if it's live ammo or anything, but it must be a dud. i wouldn't feel safe with it sitting in our front room...one of the cats is likely to set it off. cruising around with it in my back seat is even worse, i was hoping i didn't get into any accidents. probably nothing is going to happen. it still is vewry heavy and intimidating for something that's almost a hundred years old.

tomorrow is therapy. i am suppose to write down a list of my accomplishments and future goals. i'm having a tough time with both of them today. my s/c isn't too good for some reason. i might be tired. i haven't had a shower in almost two days(i'm beginning to ripen nicely), because of our tile renovations in the old bathroom. there is a copper pipe sticking out of the wall were the tub spout used to be. and the tiles are still pink, just not as. now when we eventually get our own house, there will be no pink bathrooms. i know court agrees with me on this one. tomorrow, i'll clean myself up. i hope. so now i will write - some things - accomplishments - mine.

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