The sickness in my body is gone.
I heal fast and I don't get cold. Those are two good things about my body, the rest of it is jacked up nice and good.

But I'm all better. Now it's just the sickness in my head. Cleaning my room, I found the condoms that Kiki brought over when she got off of her birth control and moved to the pill. We both knew she doesn't have the kind of memory for that thing.

Made me think of the twelve or so she's got over at her place. Which made me think that maybe there aren't twelve anymore. And I got to thinking about all sorts of stuff that twists me up.

Sickness is my head. That doesn't heal so fast.