both certainly don't sound too good so should i wallow in self-pity that the latter happened or should i be a little bit thankful that it wasn't the first instead?
in any case my illness has got me thinking what could be the real cause; i've been sick once every month that i've been back. con-fuckin'-gratulations to me. ah. could it be that late night i spent weeping over Full House? which leads me to believe i'm still very much a romantic idealist. or could it be the feng shui of my house, as my mom believes. ahhh. go figure.