For reasons beyond everything we understand, the particles within my human anatomy are no longer working together the means they ought to.
December 1, 1993, 11 a.m. Why have we been therefore unfaithful written down this? Fear so it falls therefore quick. Being miserly with my time. Trouble of sitting inside my desk, working the keyboard. Wanting mostly just to rest.
The very last weeks that are few been taken on by visits towards the medical center for tests, visits from buddies. I was hobbling around the hospital going to rooms to fill out forms so I could go to rooms to fill out more forms monday.