(a long time ago i always used to read books about people on drugs or in rehab. now i just clean my room and can't breathe very well. what happened to the exciting life? i bet the library did, because i am on their bad side again. we are always letting each other down, salt lake county and i.)

...reply to you and say that yes, i am feeling awful. that my body is 101 degrees. sit on a leather couch and shakeandshake cause it is cold inside of a fever. chicken noodle soup and dinner rolls. bottles of pills that all start to blend together. i don't feel anything anymore.

so we talk, about childhood and working. which leads me back to square one: going to bed late and waking up with a bad cough. back to pride and prejudice. back to sore stomach muscles. but i guess i felt better for that little while.

mr darcy on my mind.