"Everyone thinks I'm going to die."
"Well, if everyone thought that about me, I wouldn't do it." -The Secret Garden.
I keep having a recurring dream that I have a big book report I need to finish to graduate high school and I haven't finished. I can't even remember where the class is its been so long since I attended. Sometimes I'm absent from skipping or from an illness. I wake up stressed thinking about how ironic it is that the subject holding me back is hs english, the one subject I enjoyed. I've got to wonder what it means. I'm reassured that I'll fulfill my contribution to the world, which I think is life's purpose, but I must be feeling like time is coming up and I haven't quite worked my magic yet. I think the purpose must be simpler than I believe. I mean, why high school english?
The one full bald spot I have is in the back of my head in the shape of a cross. It's a funny place to have a bald spot. It doesn't follow normal rubbing patterns but its there and its definitely a cross, which makes me smile. I feel like I've been marked for good.
Pictures from vacation are coming as soon as I can stay awake long enough. These pics are going to make you all want to run up to the great state of NH.