  I am Jack's complete lack of an immune system. Yesterday, I played the role of Girl Dying. Wow. Got those red and yellow capsules, though, seems to be clearing this up, or a high fever has invaded my head. It would certainly explain my dreams; I got into a big fight with my grandmother over black rights in the US of A, in another dream, my entire family were fugitives, and I left them, because they wouldn't take Lucas to Mexico. But, you know what? It is five to nine in the am, and although I woke up for a few hours last night, and woke up a few hundered times besides, I feel rested, and slept between the hours of 11 till 8. Of course, it may be the fact that I've been eating advil like candy, but I think it's best not to dwell. I have another job interview! This is for a careerish one about a half hour commute away. I'd be helping out with a Youth-At-Risk program, and it's a year long dealio.
The interview is on April 2. Another note on the living situation; there's a lady with a family and an acreage on the outskirts of town who might be willing to rent out a few rooms to myself and Kurt. I've got to talk to the lady about logistics and all, but there is a jacuzzi involved. I'm still undecided about how to mention to my Jeckyl and Hyde landlords about being released from the lease early, if we should even ask and all that.
Thoughts? I mean, I do have that confirmation from Dr. Strange. However, the unpredicabilty of the landlords is a big, scary, factor. We're also behind on our rent 300 bucks, and although the two topics are mutually exclusive, it definitely contributes to my need to avoid them at all costs. (We'll be in the position to pay them back in the middle, or the end of April, we're not trying to escape without paying. ) I need new books to read. First full night of work is happening this evening, four pm til closing. Send me mojo. And on that note, sleep heals, I'm going to heal some more. 
