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contours provocations
journal - 1999-0330 - tue journal | archives | home | e-mail Yuuuuucccckkkkk! Yuuuucccckkkkk! An accurate description of how I feel. Sunday, I noticed I was congested and felt achy. Monday was much worse. Off to the clinic I went. As I suspected it was a combination sinus/allergy infection - the bane of my existence. It's what happens when you are allergic to green, or not so green, growing things. What I've never understood is how I became allergic to these pesky items. Any time I have something like this, my brain seems to implode, and I'm haunted by spectral images like Scrooge. Old warped memories, usually invloving some moment of self-recrimination or perceived stupidity, float to the surface. Ah! For the gift of forgetfullness, a drink from the river Lethe. Although consciousness-altering chemicals have held little attraction for me, one that produces selective oblivion might be worth deliberation. Today was drizzly and slightly chilly. This evening the drizzle has turned to a plodding, sliver-like rain. The wet bushes slither back and forth across the window glass producing faint, creepy, sucking noises. The kind of sound you'd hear in a sci-fi movie in which a low-clinging gas would slip over the windowsill and change the inhabitants to pod creatures. I'm hoping this night will bring a more restful sleep. Last night was all snippets of sleep followed by fitful periods of headaches and muscle fatigue. If I tossed or turned too much, then the cat population had to switch places. PAX!
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