"...breathing"

Aw crap,...seeing shit again,...hearing stuff too I think. You know the drill. Shadows wisps all the stuff that used to get folks burned at the stake. I don't believe in spooks except for those times I do.

This is disconcerting.

Ya know there ya are stumbling around in your crappy life when shit happens. In this case spooks or who knows what. Granted there's nutters out there that dream of having this shit. 
Well they're welcome to it. It's not nearly as much fun as they think.

Otherwise everything is fucking peachy.

Back to hospital tomorrow. More poking stabbing draining, and irradiating. Swell huh. I think I'll treat myself to a proper normal meal after all that jazz. Maybe a big pile of Chinese or Indian take-out.

This as opposed to the steamed mud, and wood chips I've had to eat for the last few months,...yeah real healthy that. ...think some more sugarless ice cream while I'm at it.

It's the small joys that keep us breathing.