January 31, 2004

• I have been kind of sick lately, and this week.... sicker yet.  So sick I have broken out with shingles.  It happened about 10 years ago, before I knew I was +, and I thought it odd because I didn't get chicken pox until I was 22.  So...... I ought to go to a doctor, but I have some acyclovir here and opted for self-treatment instead.  Besides....my insurance is so fucked up right now and I am days away from consulting with a lawyer and suing the discriminating bastards responsible for fucking up my insurance.  I think the stress of my insurance woes is responsible for this outbreak, I really do.

  
  

  Work is going well.  It's an easy job and only 10 minutes from my home.  I enjoy working for small, self made companies.  Plus my boss is female and she is sooooo nice, I guess my last few bosses have been asshole men and I am not used to an understanding person supervising me.  She doesn't even cuss you out if you fuck up, and if you are ill she sincerely hopes you feel better soon.

  
  

  It's frigid cold here.  A good time to be ill I guess.

  
  

  I keep dreaming of wars.  Wars happening right here in my own backyard.  I have dreamt of Peter often too.  We can never keep our hands off each other.   He'll always be my one true love and my own personal SUPER-HERO.

  
  

  I guess I haven't much else to say.  I'm too nauseous and dizzy for much of anything other than sleep.  I don't sleep well at all so I am always tired these days.  I'm thinking of a juice fast but it is so stressful to your body that I fear the shingles will fight back.  What to do, what to do?  Sometimes I think it would be easier to crawl in a hole and die, or maybe I'm already dead and this is just some type of karmic dream?

  
  

  Where have all the pretty words gone?  Who stole my PEACE?

  
  

  It's time to cleanse.

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