Bawdiest, Timely Hope; I'm Steel With...

Man, I feel like I'm breaking a record, writing three times in one month like this.

My mom is in the ER right now.
It's nothing too serious.
Isn't that a horrible phrase? It's like, So because I'm not dying because of it, it's not to be taken seriously? My injury's just kidding around with us?
Her pinky got twisted. She didn't tell anyone else that she was going to the ER. I had to explain. Not only that, she never told me which hospital she was going to.

Quick thinking, Sam. Let's let her leave the house without knowing exactly where she's going, injured.

Isn't it strange how other people's moods become your own when you're around them?

I worry sometimes. That's something you should know.

I worry about car wrecks, and improbability drives, and deep water, and suffocation. I worry about DKA, and all of those other sometimes-applicable acronyms. I worry about fires and floods and pollution. I worry about running out of time. I worry about not being able to give you your card back someday. I worry about emotions. I worry about people. I worry about you, sometimes. I worry about arsenic and carbon monoxide. I worry about the effect I've had on people before. I worry about poisonous spiders and moldering window frames. I worry about losing people, even though I know that's something I will have to come to terms with. I worry about teeth. I worry about dizziness and offense and eyes. Mine, yours, theirs.

I want to make a film. All I know is that there will be a piece of dialogue that goes like this:

"WATCH OUT FOR THE CRABS ON THE FLOOR!"
"On the floor?"
"Yes, on the floor! Keep your feet off of it."
"Wait.. wait a second. Isn't this the door we came in?"
"No, dear. We came in through the bathroom window. What do you think?"
"I think that this orchestra plucks their instruments in such a way that would make me think this was all planned."
"What do you think?"

Maybe I'll animate it, or something. (Did you catch that one? It was hard for me not to put that here. :D) I'm considering starfish on the ceiling. Who knows?

I have been forgetting things lately. That's something else I worry about, but I think you know that by now. I'm a little concerned. No, I'm more than a little concerned. I'll figure it out, though. I know I will.

How many times a day do I say the stupid word "I"?