When is it going to end! I smelled so bad that my stench made it past the blocked sinuses and all of the snot to my poor beleaguered smelling thingys. I am now clean, with clean socks and sweaters and undies. It feels good. I almost feel human.
A plug for Jeff
Jeff Levine just wrote me an e-mail. It was all very business-like, but nevertheless, it made me feel loved (not romantically, but in this broad, we're all human beings together sort of a way). His newest book is coming out one of these days. Yay.
The H is gone. The M is gone. Once again I am with myself. That is okay. I couldn't imagine being chronically sick. I think I'd get depressed.