The Wind & Health Crap

Anymore I hate the wind. I used to like to go run the dogs in it. Used to just like to go running in the wind. It didn't matter if it was the hot August winds or the bitterly cold winter winds - I just wanted to be out in it. Now I want to hide from it. I don't like it, it makes me nervous and anxious. I always feel like something out there is looking for me. I don't want it to find me, but there's no sufficient hiding place. It comes down the chimney and under the doors.

( Because it's boring, just me keeping tabs on symptoms )

Tonight I saw Howl's Moving Castle all the way through for the first time. It was beautiful. We rented Hitman last night - I give it two 'meh's. It was a two-meh movie. Billy Zane would've made a way better hitman.

Two more days of work at the Excalibur and I'm free. My indentured servitude to the hospitality industry is finally coming to an end. I am completely terrified.