May 12th, 2004.

Erf – well, the Journal hasn’t got much to do in the way of upDating right now, as Heather and I aren’t really DOING anything other than sitting around waiting for our next doctor’s appointment.

It’s frustrating, and we hurt – and if we ever get an all-purpose full-out agent, he’s dealing with medical shit as well. Any second now, I’m going to get up my gumption and go pick up the latest batch of painkilling muscle relaxing prescriptions – and then the Journal ought to get REALLY interesting.