i dreamt i saw you walking
up a hillside in the snow
casting shadows on the winter sky
as you stood there counting crows
one for sorrow, two for joy,
three for girls, and four for boys,
five for silver, six for gold, and
seven for a secret never to be told

there's a bird that nests inside you
sleeping underneath your skin
when you open up your wings to speak
i wish you'd let me in

from "a murder of one" ~ counting crows
AaaaaAAAHHH-CHOOOOOO!

OK, i had one diary template done already and got that put up last night - she said she wanted 'neat, tidy, organized' so i gave her what she asked for. i feel bad that it took so long. i used to get a request and have it done in less than 24 hours. this took two weeks.

Joey asked a month ago.

i have another one from 4 days ago i haven't even started on.

"i'm a loser, baby, so why don't you kill me?"

i finally got CDex and Nero Burning ROM so i can rip and burn CDs and MP3s to play in my truck! Or to mail to candy dispensing strange women on the internet. She finally got our three CDs and will be going to the gym with them in the next week or so, i think. i'm kinda excited about that.

As for life here, it's been mellow. i have been in sickness limbo for over a month now. i feel a little better and then something else falls. There is a land war raging in my body. it started with the stronghold in my sinuses. Then my throat was conquered and the movement was made to reach into my bronchial tubes but i won the throat back and the Army of Illness was divided brutally in two. There was a backlash into the sinuses for a few days but that battle carried heavy casualties for the Army of Illness and i have subdued the area to status: 'normal with random uprising due to an underground group and their guerrilla tactics". This, however, prevented me from concentrating on the rag-tag and rugged individualists left behind to infiltrate the lungs. They have a secure camp in the bronchial area and are making bombing runs at the lungs every night, but daylight pushes them back into hiding but for occasional sniping if i get to close to camp. Some scouts have made their way to my face to set off random charges to divert attention from the uprising being planned for my stomach. There have been a few other signs of trouble in other villages, but nothing big or truly noticeable.

The whole war is really just irritating but i don't want to go to a doctor and hear "Well, it's a cold, you know, a VIRUS. You have to let it run its course. Now i will charge you $15 for this info and the pleasure of sitting in my miserable uncomfortable chairs and then i will charge your insurance company $200 for letting you breathe my air. Have a good day and drink plenty of fluids!" it's all bullshit, anyways.

Well, i have to go get dinner so i better get off here. Catch you later!


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confessed on Thursday, Jan. 09, 2003