I still have the flu.  Thanks to all of you who re-imposed it upon me in the last post.

There is a creature who loves me.  Somewhere.  I catch glimpses of her occasionally.  When life unstealths.

Do you believe in an impersonal female energy complex?  I must since it eludes, deludes, precludes.  Me.

I'm low.  So very low that I know what it feels to slither like a snake.  meow.

snake scratch fever.