8-7-1999

My eyes are still itching. I could be becoming allergic to my ferrets. Sigh…my little babies…A noise outside sounded like a person knocking lightly on the door and I thought he was there, like yesterday. My website is growing like a damn weed but much of it hasn’t left the drawing board in my skull, under the hair and skin and bone. It looks like I might have three sites to maintain this school year as well as do college crappy work. I actually went to work for a couple hours today and lifted brick pavers into the back of a car…fun. “Freak on a Leash” is playing on the radio. It’s my song. A little exaggerated though, but that’s fine.

I hate medicine. This crazy eye medicine I’m supposed to dump into my eyes four times a day, my eye was much better before I even got it. If I show the slightest bit of illness everyone within earshot is eagerly leaping forward to shove medication down my throat…I don’t want any leave me alone…are people just so wimpy these days that they can’t survive a sniffle or a little headache? I figure if I get my body used to healing the minor diseases without the benefit of modern medicine any serious ailments will be easier to deal with later on. My motto has become: If it doesn’t kill me it will make me stronger. Now watch me keel over dead from the flu…

The semi-normal, day-to-day life of a female Marine