July 1st, 2001

Roman

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This time I wrote it down. Scribbled it illegibly on the back of something else. I dreamed I had developed a debilitating disease, something like MS but worse. I had trouble with motor movements and speech but my mind still worked. ONl I was dying. While others were preparing for my death, I was going along with plans to enter a marathon, with help, with others similarly afflicted.

I felt fear - of death. And I felt caught up in others' plans for me - I was in an institution.
Roman

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My day for not exercising and I feel guilty. I should just enjoy it. But it's hot, too. And I did not make the right arrangements for a rental car so that means I will be late getting to work tomorrow. It's not the end of the world.