22:15:30 Monday April 05 2004
So as it turns out I am not dying after all. I mean in the Tibetan philosophy, Sylvia Plath sense of the word, we're all dying [1]. But I am not dying in the "unpleasant malignant cells decide to choke off important vital systems" sense of the word. So I suppose the world will have to put up with me for a while longer.