Today must be: Pounce on Da Pawn Day. Here's Manic; the only progeny of a math professor (but hails from a line of doctors) and an ex-psychiatrist (who also tumbles from a doctor family). The latter or the mother was diagnosed bipolar. I haven't witnessed any symptoms from Manic but she does have a little crazy in her. She once said that she resented that her boyfriend had a better relationship with his parents than her. When she told me this, I tried to chalked it up to something I couldn't remember but I assured her that she wasn't thinking evil thoughts, like wishing ill for her boyfriend. Of course, looking back, I was a fool. Should have instead said that she probably needed to be institutionalized, preferably somewhere far, like her home country Germany.
She called cuz school starts tomorrow and she's bored -- maybe she's lonely in Ithaca. But who cares? She's the droopy-nosed bitch who smirked that I got into an accident. So she can go to hell.
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