Update on the ringworm infestation... it isn't ringworm. We know this because it hasn't been killed by the industrial-strength fungicide, and it keeps on growing. So now I'm gonna start putting cortisone on it, see if that'll make it go away. The doc called it an "atrophic dermatitis"; when I asked her what that meant, she said that's what everything is that she doesn't know what is, skin-wise. Makes sense to me. Certainly not worth seeing a dermatologist about, anyway.

Having a journal with search capabilities is nice... the first time I mentioned noticing the ringworm was on 16 April 1998.

Speaking of journals... yesterday's entry proved to me that people take me too seriously sometimes, and sometimes I take myself too seriously.

Y'see, just because something doesn't matter doesn't mean that I don't care. I do care and I will up until the day that I die.

But it still doesn't matter.

And I'm pretty particular about the things that I care about, too.

And I've got a lot of comments about my screwed-up archives lately. I appreciate knowing, I really do, keep those cards and letters coming... I'm gonna fix it as soon as I can figger out how, and I have the time. So, probably the last of this week...

My attitude seems to be better, and I think that yesterday's entry might have had something to do with it. Writing stuff that I know other people will read forces me to think about it more than I would if I were going to keep it private.

Because you guys don't let me get by with much.

And this is still a lot of fun...

More tomorrow...