Primal urges, singing dirges, hidden in mist and sealed with a kiss.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Doctor Moira helped me make this thingie and showed me how to type right even though I already knew how from school. She says that if I write down everything I feel and see and things I'll be better. But I told her I didn't feel sick. She said that that was okay and I should still do it for her because she wanted to see how well I could keep track of myself. Finally she said I shouldn't say my real name or anything, even though she's the only person who would see it.
She also taught me a nice song. It goes like this. She called it the Super Poem. "Primal urges, singing dirges, hidden in mist and sealed with a kiss."