There was an article about me in the local paper. As usual at first I was
pleased and then that uneasy feeling of both being exposed and it not
being enough swept over me. Everyone will know who I am. Not enough
people know who I am. I cannot explain the contradictory rush of black
feelings.
Well it wasn't exactly a 600 page book was it?
Got some poison ivy on yesterday's trip and my legs are itching like
crazy. It doesn't help.