something's living on my skin

[sab]

I'm allergic to everything. patch test, first five, reacted to all five. Second five, reacted to all five. hives: mysterious. Then she gave me the water injection. Reacted to that too.

"I don't trust your tests," she said. "I'm going to send you for blood work."

Baffling medical science near and far. I have a journal now.

I'm tired, awfully tired and my AIM has seized up on me, which is for the best because in the time it takes to reboot I could be asleep, and that's better/good/better/best.

Lennier will speak French for a time, and Maayan will translate for me (against her will?).

I'm moving this weekend. And when I have myself and my computer and my cats in one house, I'll sit write down and write myself a letter, and make believe it came from Lennier.

(this is still the Great American Outline, and still, someday, it promises to be a Slashy Space Epic. Trust yourself. Trust Ivanova. Anybody else: shoot 'em. Trust Liz Barr. Trust Lennier. Trust the buttons, the sexy sex will come.)

Someone want to fall me in love with Marcus again? just give me ten good reasons.

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Eeeg to the allergies. Eeeg I say! Water??

Feel better. Move well. Give me a call.