  Holy crap. My poo is green. I�m close to vomiting, and my head feels half again what it should weigh, and I�d swear I have a fever, but Kurt says I don�t. Ugh. I�m out of books; I�m going to start reading �I am Spock� again. Don�t laugh, it�s a good read.
Still trying to figure out if I ought to tell supervisor Jim about my health predicament. Right now I�m hoping the extended amount of bed time and poo time will clear enough illness out of my system to do well tomorrow; I am going to another community and working with a new girl who sounds like she�s Miz Saleswoman. Hope she likes me. Hell, I hope I like her. I hope I don�t vomit or crap on her. Or Jim. Since I just jumped in on my current situation yesterday, thought I�d give some insight as to what sort of a meat popsicle I am.
Age: 24 Sex: Female Martial Status: Been married since July 16, 2002. Education: Two electives short of an undergraduate degree in Philosophy Favorite Color: blue Current Issues: Major Depression, drug withdrawal, stress about supporting my husband who is, bless him, bettering himself at the university deal. Weirdest Job: Psychic I�ve got a couple of really great stories, about how kurt and I met, how I got through university barely, and family stories and so on. I�ll get to them, I think, but right now I�m using this blog to focus my hazy brain, and deal with this silly shit. I think I better go back to sleep now. 
