Jan 08, 2005 10:41
Someone remind me to write about the dream I had about my Dad on Monday night. Stupid dream left me all weird the rest of the week. All weird and upset.
Furthermore, I have close to eight more spider bites. Four look fine. One is suspicious. Three are in an awkward spot and hurt.
I am officially going to die of a spider bite. That is who I will die. I know it. I won't get to die in my sleep... or in a car accident... No, I'll have my body ravished apart by the poison of a spider bite. My skin will rot and it will get in my blood stream.
The hole is still open, now, it just needs for the skin to grow back.
Love ya Sam and Starry.