August 28, 1997 Twisting, tearing agony. That's the best phrase I could think of to describe food poisoning. I'm not sure what it was that caused it though my mother says it was most likely the tunafish I had for lunch on Tuesday. I'm not buying a tuna sandwich there again, that's for sure. I spent all of yesterday curled up in a ball of misery while Sabs fed me chamomile tea, water, ginger ale and chicken broth until my stomach and intestines emptied out. By 10pm or so I felt ready to try some wheat toast. It stayed down and I felt a lot better. But I'm still tired and shaky today. My head hurts and I just feel ... strange. I had so many strange dreams, vivid and passing that I don't quite recall unless I bend my mind towards the flickering shapes left as impressions in the back of my mind. But I still don't quite grasp the meanings. § The summer has just flown right by. The weather is starting to get cool again. Winnie's time here is almost up. She will leave this coming Tuesday and it seems like she was barely here at all, because she worked so hard this last month. The house will be resoundingly empty without her. Plans are starting to form for the Renaissance Festival, a large group will probably go and it will probably be at least as much fun this time as every other time we've gone. I have a strange feeling of infinity on my mind. I keep looking ahead and seeing infinite events spinning on out into eternity with a dreadful sameness, unless I act to make things change ... Next Previous