Oww.

Well, I find myself sleeping through some less nightmares and with better sinuses. My guts are twisting, but it doesn't hurt. I'm ok. The challenges I meet with others and the forces at hand aren't so overwhelming. I'm cool with it. My body is free of Phy. I know this. In some matter of days I will be ready to take some bites of this life. "Ever since I was a kid I've been a voodoo basket case."

Now, I am given to choosing my way. I'm unsure, but I guess I don't have to know right now. When I need to know I will. Anyway, I'm on like a 15 day hold, minimum. It will be mid-October before I see the next town, the next faces, the next era. Parts of me want to go digging around in the past, but a bigger thing tells me not to. Just move on. Move on.

Music keeps me alive and sane. If I listen though, I can't sleep naturally. I'm comfortable with two sheets and nothing more, but I have my own blanket if I need it. Last night I dreamt I was in an army and on a bus I shouldn't have been on. I was firing .22 rounds at things on the bus, and then some big old soldier. I killed him. The gun I hid under my right thigh. They wanted me to move from my seat, which I did not want to do. That would have been bad. Soon enough I woke up and untangled myself from this dream.

Yawn.