Saturday, June 12, 2004
I hate to keep talking about nightmares, but very little else is happening.

Last night I dreamed that my uncle, whom I haven't seen in years, stabbed me in the hand with a knife from the front yard. The really bad part was that I knew that the knife was infected with HIV and I was really upset that he did it-- but everyone else in my family kept saying, "He is just trying to teach you a lesson. You never listen."

Hmmm. I need some distraction. ¶ 9:38 AM