I shipped some of
my art books to my brother, a bunch of artwork to Prisoner Express, and nine
more pieces to the Portrait Society for the exhibition.
I am back to
laying out the van Goghesque self-portrait.
I became so tired last night I had to fight to get the minimal done
prior to being able to go to bed after count.
Just gathering
all the stuff this morning, which I had already organized, and cleaning my cell
has me very drained. The cancer is
beginning to wear me down again.
The weather
finally cleared up and I was able to go run two miles this afternoon. The legs were really heavy, but felt better
as I went along. Altogether, not a very
good run. I developed the visual
hallucinations again, followed by the impaired vision, but I felt good
afterwards.
I love to run.
Then I pooped on
myself. Instead of crying, I laughed
this time. But what a mess.
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