A study of lexical ambiguity processing

Christmas = Mental retardation.

Meant literally, because around the holidays my mind and personality increasingly retard back to the point where I am around 10 years old. It can be a nice feeling, though, I was probably more insane as a child even than I am now.


Party = Plum flavored vodka?

My friend brought over homemade plum vodka for a holiday gathering. It was.... like plum pudding and rubbing alcohol mixed with good intentions.

Snow (okay, two words) = Wipe out.

Actually just evil ice masquerading as lovely lovely snow. I don't think I really needed that ice and concrete facial.

Family = A distant and guiding light fading out of sight.

Sadly, my life has seemed to me for a while to be kind of an endless preparation for everyone I count as having formed me and made me who I am to fade away and be gone. Then what will I be? I will still be me and yet there will be no history. It is an odd feeling, and disconcerting. I hope I appreciate my family as much as I can. I think I do.

November = Hospital.

For the past month my father has been in and out (mostly in) the hospital. In a series of health related catastrophes which seem to be unrelated, but are in fact are all tied together by a liver on the fritz, my pop ended up in the hospital for a kidney infection and ended up on a liver transplant team's operating table having his gallbladder removed. We were told he had an extremely rare condition involving a calcified gallbladder which had a high risk of cancer. So he needed to have it removed, despite the fact that he is not a candidate for surgery. He is a bleeder and has severe liver damage from hepatitis C.