The Bath Tub Shark

Things are looking up. As of January I will have dropped down to a .77 part time line and started my distance education courses which I'm pretty psyched for. BCIT does resembled a ton of warehouse stores and is not at all like my gleaming UBC was, but it has a Tim Hortons and loads of non threatening, endearing engineering students. Reminds me of home. Also I am seeing an counsellor, eating again and occasionally venturing outside my bedroom. I'm even going to the airport to see a dear friend off to Uganda today although I am a little concerned because a few days ago a kayak er that we both knew was mauled to death by a crocodile in the Congo....but that's another story.

My mother is unconvinced that I'm doing better, so I'm going to take this post to try to address her concerns.

A) BUT YOU'RE SO SKINNY! ARE YOU ANOREXIC?

No. I am 5'7, 144 pounds and very found of butter. I am not thin at all, and would actually be considered fat in Hollywood. I only stopped eating because I am severely depressed and couldn't muster up the energy to made the 10 foot journey from my bed to the fridge.

B) BUT YOU WERE TRYING TO KILL YOURSELF IN THE BATHTUB, I SAW YOU.

No. I was face down in a sea of bubble bath and pretending to be a shark. My mother has her own key and I didn't hear her let herself into the apartment until she SCREAMED and tried to drag me away from hunting sea lions. I mean....taking a bath.

C) BUT YOU'RE ALWAYS IN YOUR OWN WORLD. I DON'T UNDERSTAND YOU.

Yes and you never ever will. But I love you mom and thank you for your concern.