04.10.2004 2:05 am
the plague returns

Two? It's two already? Shite.

I don't know what Corey's deal is, but I'm glad he said we have to talk. We certainly do.

A good, relaxed kind of night tonight. Saunderosa and the girls, with me hacking up my lungs but still smoking, stoically. Yes, I want to quit. Yes, I know smoking when your lungs rattle like a passing train is probably not the best idea.

I wish this cold-infection-thingy was over with already. I hope I can sleep tonight. I remember in 361 when I'd hardly sleep at all because my plague kept me coughing all night.

People keep asking me if I'm preparing for hunting season. I tell them to watch the goddamn movie already.

I wrote the first good poetry I've written in a long time last night, crouched in front of Chris's computer, writing by the light of the moon. It was fun. And for the first time in a long time, I don't want anyone to read it. Poetry just for me.

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