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09.25.04 (2:56 pm) [edit]

Washing my hands this morning, I see it flaunting. One of my veins is bulging there, before my eyes. Now, why today? why not yesterday when needles were searching for it? Oh, well- another vein was really great- the blood flowed freely. Which brings me to another superpower I’m happy for- one that everyone has a certain amount of- the Immune System!! Mine is awesome- protecting me from many of the flus and who knows what else- around me, most of the time. I fear I have yielded to the enemy- allowing them to suck one of the key components to this power of mine- my blood. I’ve felt the effects of this drain- I slept ‘til 10 this morning. And I don’t even know why I woke up- I was in the middle of a dream. I normally am awake hours before that. And I’m not tired mentally- just my whole body feels weaker. I’ve been washing my hands all the time today- I want to take care of myself, and to be able to do all the work I need to this weekend.

Aaron’s in Seville. He was on his way when he called last night- (he takes such good care of me!) and his group’s watching a bullfight this weekend. He told me they kill the bull. This, I did not know. it must be a big adrenaline rush- but I don’t see how death can be satisfying in real life- in movies, when a person is seemingly evil to the core, it can be gratifying- but that’s not a real person, and someone brought the bull up to be that mean- - it’s not like it chose to- and I know bulls aren’t people, and I know we eat cows, so you may ask what difference we make in how we kill them, well, I don’t know- I guess all are just bred to die . . .

posted by: Aro (reply)
post date: 09.25.04 (10:00 pm)

seeing them kill the bull is not an adrenylin rush -- they break it down and hurt it so much before that point that it´s not exciting at all -- just excruciatingly sad.
and no one is born just to die, but to live as well.
plus, I woke up to an alarm today in the middle of a dream about clowns. strange.

posted by: Erin (reply)
post date: 09.26.04 (5:27 am)

Reply to: Aro
what kind of clown dream- one w/ fun and balloons, or one w/ scary clowns w/ sharp teeth?
and yuck, bullfights
and yes, I agree we're meant to live- if we weren't, why would we be born in the first place? (I don't think it's just because people have sex- there's more to it than that- a soul)