October 8, 2010
.. I think I'm sick. Getting a cold or the flu. It might be because the person I love best is going up a tree from 6 months in a heroic act of radical activism. For the next six months, I worry about loggers, cutting down her tree. so I'm sucking on hard candy and ginger ale, hoping to appease the worn out stressed body. I hope I'm well enough to hit the gym tomorrow. I miss dancing, but don't want to make myself more sick. I have 15 more wore words to go. I'm hitting the bed here after. Bye!