Received 08/03/2006 02:18 from from echo <chosen_echo [at] yahoo [dot] com>

We Shall Speak Of Them No More!

Could be a gypsy curse, could be caused by me, could
be the fault of Atlantic City, or it could be a good
ol fashioned creepy crawlie. Whatever it is, its been
spotted in the Blue Cell and downstairs. Everyone is
trying to sleep now (they have jobs) and Im awake,
freaking out - despite a quadruple dose of Xanax.
(Dont worry, four times the amount = what I should be
on.) Now Im in my Moms bedroom like a scared little
child. In my defense, I planned to sleep on the couch
downstairs again tonight for the air conditioner. Its
so fucking hotthe tornado doesnt suffice. I need ac &
the ability to smoke. And a room without any bug
sightings. To think I went up against it the first
time & waltzef out with pride after missing it,
figuring Id either never see it again or just do
battle with it next time. If only Jenn hadnt been in
the living room with me during encounter #2. So here I
am, with Ma, watching ALIAS while she sleeps. I should
also try to rest, but my skin is crawling & my mind is
racing. AHHH! NO!

This has been a transmission from the blue cell.