lafayetteproulx

I read once about a woman whose secret fantasy was to have an affair with an artist. She thought he would really see her. He would see every curve, every line, every indentation and love them because they were part of the beauty that made her unique.

Still sick. Still have chest pains, still can't take full breaths without getting into a coughing fit, but still going to work because all I do is sit down for 8 hours, and money is nice. I like money. I don't like being sick though, absolutely not.

I finally got the 30gb ipod from my friend. It now has 3202 of the best songs ever. Hands down.

I haven't written in the past few days, this whole being sick thing has thrown everything out of whack. Hopefully I can get some writing done today, because when I don't write I get kind of down, and that on top of being sick is bad, bad, bad.

So anyway, I'm going to go lie down before work. Of course, I'm still convinced that no one is reading this, so if you are reading this, I'm surprised.

I'm ready to put September behind me.