Pete gave me a cold a few weeks ago. His is gone. I'm still coughing. Whenever I breathe, there's a light wheeze, followed by coughing. My throat's itchy. He has an outbreak on his arms and it's getting worse. And we both eat a lot.

We're not doing so well in the health-department, but when are we ever? Physically and mentally? At least our mental health seems to be tip-top right now.

India is 21, I think. That's really old for a cat. She was urinating blood for a day. And yesterday, when I picked up my stereo remote, there was bloody urine all over the batteries. It was gross, and it made me sad. I tried to think of the name of the condition in which there's urine in the blood, but I can't remember it. Hemo-something, obviously. Hmm, I probably failed my 6-weeks anatomy test. Fantastic.

I'm trying to gain more self-control with the eating. Because .. I just feel bad. Physically. I feel gross and weighed down.

Being home alone is peaceful.

No one but me can save myself, but it's too late.
Now I can't think; think why I should even try.
Yesterday seems as though it never existed.
Death greets me warm. Now I will just say Goodbye.