pulling my own tooth

I meet this lady who swears at me, hits me. she calls me a wanker and tells me to walk on the other side of the road. She is a troubled lady. She has voices in her head that tell her stuff.

I pull my own tooth out.

It comes out quite easily.

My sister has been given by my mum this really interesting cabinet which is very neat and ornamental. Mum has been working on it for her.

Marie - She has this white stuff that oozes out of her skin.

I talk to my mum about shamanism. She asks about hand fasting. I tell her the different forms of it.