ruptured typhoid this week has been the week of dead things. and things forgotten and things lost people places things brealing leaving and though i've managed to keep myself emotionally quarantined more or less i still don't think i will ever be able to look her straight in the eye again 000803 ... unhinged eek bad bad bad memories 011024 ... openyourbelly it's like a spleen, blood spilling everywhere, and not from the heart. 021228 what's it to you? who go blather from