Tuesday, 30 September, 1997 18:24

I woke up this morning with a headache again, but it subsided with a couple of ibuprophin. After that, I felt pretty energetic.

I went down to the police station and sweet-talked a young lady into looking up the report number on Tyler's truck break-in; supposedly, if you don't have the number, they can't do a thing for you. So I finally got that taken care of; I never did find the report around here. I found the date of the incident in the journal, though. I knew it would come in handy!

I then went down to the State Farm place and set up some house insurance. I've been trying to change to SF for years, and finally got the opportunity.

So, I came home and ate a peanut-butter sandwich and drank a coke, then I started spraying the deck. It was kinda breezy, and I got several lung fulls of the spray. About a half-hour later I started getting sick, upchucked my sandwich and just in general felt awful. I also sprained my back from my forcible gastric ejections. So I went to bed about 15:00 and had nightmares. Nothing specific at all, just giant pieces of soft machinery rolling over me and smothering me without crushing me.

I awoke about 18:00 and Karen was home. We sat and talked for a while and then she went to the store.

No major plans for tonight, and I go back to work tomorrow. Shit, I haven't even been fishing. And probably won't, unless I get to feeling a whole lot better.