This morning was kind of rough. I got up had breakfast... And started feeling very very sic. I couldn't keep it down. I chewed some pepto tablets but then ran to the bathroom and the enitity of what I had that morning came out.

I remember being amused at how red it was. It was a really almost purple kind of red. It was vermillion more so than wet martian soil. and it wouldn't stop coming.

When I finally stopped I had to use some excersies the old master taught me to recover myself. It felt pretty bad...

I tried having something bland ... on the way back from class I kind of felt woozy... I think I buckled and I was worried about collapsing. Anyhow I made it back with excellent news. They are taking aplications for advanced poetry workshops. Students must submit a poem for consideration before they are admited or turned down from this super wonderful workshop. I have a poem that will knock them out of their collective socks. I mean it will blow them away. I should put it up here... but perhaps later.

I almsot feel sorry for the other students. It took me years to gain the confidence to admit that I am good at writing. Its hard for me to admit that Im better than someone at a particular thing regardless... but now I know.

Im realy woozy and tired. I just want to go to sleep. I think a small nap is in order... perhaps I will feel better when I get up. :-)

I appreciate all the people in my life.. they are nice... grr phone out of minuetes will buy some more when I get up for class. Peave and love!

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