12-16-09

There's an illness going around that's highly contagious and sometimes fatal. I put on lip balm and make-up borrowed from a woman I know has this illness. Why I do this isn't clear. Once the make-up is on, my cheeks appear purplish and not well blended. My face has a mask like quality and it doesn't look like me.

Then I enter a house that's still either in the process of getting built or renovated. I'm looking for a bathroom but it's still not hooked up yet. The floors are wooden and covered in plaster and glass shards. I'm barefoot and get several cuts on my feet and toes. I got back to the other place to put bandages on my feet and wonder why I was barefoot and know I'm going to be late. For what I don't know.

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