Good god, I feel horrible. I've been fighting off a sore throat for the last two days, and while
that is now gone, it's been replaced by a chest cold. Coughing. Sneezing. Aching. It's all
so much fun. I'm working from home today so my coworkers don't have to listen to me snort and sniffle
and hack up a lung.
And speaking of my health, go on and congratulate me for achieving six years in remission from
Hodgkin's disease on
October 24. I guess the six months of chemo and four weeks of chest irradiation actually worked.
Woo hoo! My lungs are still none too happy about the whole thing (especially on days like today),
but they can cram it.
Been working a lot. Been sleeping a lot. Yesterday I dropped $107 on
Gloss.com because they were having a freebie fest. I bought
Bobbi Brown Oil Free Foundation in Sand,
Clinique Glosswear Sheer Shimmers in Sunset (with free stuff),
MAC Compact Powder Puff (with free stuff),
Origins Gloomaway Body Souffle (with free stuff),
Prescriptives refillable eyeshadow compact (with free stuff),
Stila Holiday 5 Pan (with free stuff), and the Gloss free beauty bag w/samples. I just can't
wait to get it, so I can play with all of my free stuff.
The chatroom has gotten elitist. Bleh.
The squirrels and birds are back for the winter, so I've set up the feeder out back. Maybe I'll
get lucky and see some white
squirrels and black
FRIDAY - OCTOBER 11, 2002
First, I'm not morbid. But there is something I find fascinating about this whole sniper
ordeal. I also find it abhorrent and repellent. And yet, fascinating. How does someone
do that? No, I don't mean the physical mechanism of laying in wait and shooting someone.
Of pulling the trigger and sparking the powder and firing the pin and sending that bullet
screaming towards its intended target.
I mean, how do you hunt people?
Psychologically, how do you get to the point where you can line up a human being in the
sights of a rifle scope and send almost certain death towards them, faster than the speed of
sound – which high-velocity rifles can do – so that they hear their death before