Diary of a hypochondriac

He's thirsty when he shaves. His toenails keep breaking. Why do they always break? Why? Brittle nails must be something horrible like the body getting used to leukemia or diabetes or a disease as of yet still unclassified and generally unheard of. Something alien -- genetic mutation stuff that feeds on your DNA strands until not only do you no longer exist but neither do your lineage up or down. Eraser-virus, the media catches on. Starts in the toenails, oh my goodness. Where's the nearest disease clinic? Check me in!

I dreamed that my jaw kept shutting without my desire. I was at work, but in Malaysia or some warm country. I had been attacked with a stun gun the previous night. Now, I sat with my colleagues but all of them were acting like my secretary, and the jaw kept grinding my front teeth into one another.

When I was a child I had a severe case of pneumonia and one night during the bout I dreamed that a swarm of been were chasing me and stinging me.

I believe dreams coincide with pain. Todays dream was a release of pain. Perhaps I can get better now. Or perhaps all the abuse to the body -- the parties, substances, and whatnot -- is catching up with me. There are small injuries that won't go away: hangnails, blisters, and muscular tightness.