SO last night I had a good long talk with Alison. Four hours worth of talk. She had called me after my last, rather...unhappy...post. It was a long, involved and enjoyble talk. One that really lifted my spirits.

I should have realized it was the calm before the storm:

WAR!

We're gonna get a little wierd here. Read at your own discretion.

My body declared war on me today. I woke up to a migraine. It happens, but never like this. Usually I can get up and moving around with a migraine pretty quickly. But anytime I moved, I felt like my brain itself was slamming into the sides of my skull and rebounding like a ping pong and just going completely nuts.

Then came the bathroom trips. I was going to pee four times an hour, and it had this wierd "good" feeling to it. Like it was a euphoric relief to do it.

Then came the cravings. I wanted steak. I needed to have some sort of steak, beef, meat. I haven't eaten meat in over a week 'cause I ain't got the money for it. I bounced a check and got some hot wings. Downed in no time flat, and the salt on my tongue was heaven.

About eight hours later, the completely debilitating headache (complete with sparkling lights and spots and flashes) went away and so did the quarter hour pissings.

I'm really worried, though. My family has a history of diabetes, and my mom and I are constantly under the pressure of "When are we gonna get ti, because WE WILL." I hope my time hasn't come this early.

Got into a long conversation with Dave after a while. He's coming into town and wants to visit some honest to goodness haunts. AndI mean ghost haunts. I know a few places. Talked about the Shadow People I used to see as a kid, my fear of the dark. The very few paranormal things that have happened to me (and that I kinda do, sometimes). Finished up the Big Writing Project. It'll go public tomorrow.

And now it's late. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.

And no, I don't take back what I said last entry.