01.07.98

"Gift us with another entry"! cried the masses. "We have been without your dulcet tones for too long!"
And so it was said .
And so it was done.
***Later, Messianic perspective having faded***
I guess working in the 90 degree heat of the fourth floor of Walter Reed has gotten to me in the form of strange messianic-esque hallucinations. Ah well. It's better than nightmarish helminth (intestinal worms for all you laymen) hallucinations. Not that my work in the Preventive Medicine Division is getting to me, oh no. Never mind the fact that if a bug bites me any time in the next 8 weeks or so, I am going to fall down on the ground writhing and shrieking in a highpitched voice"ohmygod!! ohmygod!!! I have (FILL IN THE BLANK: leishmaniasis/malaria/dengue fever/etc.)
So maybe it is getting to me a little, but that's ok. To tye up a couple loose ends, my cousin's wedding was picturebook perfect, except for the little matter of it being 107 degrees (LITERALLY). I cried....HEY, Shutup! Stop making fun of me! Anyways, the wedding was charming, and my hair was not big after all, it was in a lovely chingon at the nape of my neck, held in place by 100,000 bobby pins. That's alright though, cause I looked slick. If I ever get access to a scanner, I might even post some pictures, but I won't do that today.
I guess that is it for today. Bye!