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November 22, 1999
Catch - up:
The meteor show on the 17th: fizzled. I saw 20 tiny meteors in 3 hours. Last year, I lost count after 54 fireballs in an hour and a half...
I'm really tired - I feel as if I've been run to Beyond and back. I was warned that this would happen with my lessons but sheesh....LOL
I've had to play doctor as of late - one of Spook's kittens has scratched her ears raw. She is an unusual kitten because she doesn't try to get away at all when I put the neosporin in her ears. In fact, she seems to like it - but then again, looking at the alternative...that lidocane probably feels really good to those ears.
As for what I've written in previous entries - I don't know if I'm truly scared. I think what really scares me is what might be and I've made a point in my life of not being afraid of what might be - I don't know why I would want to start now. Truth be told, I wish that it really didn't matter. It doesn't to me - I can't understand why it does to anyone else. Love is not gender specific.
My foot has really started to act up these last few days: I'm really beginning to wonder if T.H. didn't actually fracture it. The pain is almost unbearable sometimes - as if it never healed, goddess forbid.
I'm still waiting for fall...it was in the 70's again today. geez.
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