December 99 December 98 December 97 _________________ Sunday 26 December 99 4 05 pm pst   [ to party or not? ] The question is, do I drag myself to this party tonight. I really want to go, but I don't want to be a totaly party pooper. I suppose I will have to wait and see how I feel later. My mother called me a sad sack this morning because I am so sick, and my brother and I spent several hours making jokes about that. It felt good to laugh -- when it didn't lead to a coughing fit. I get sick so infrequently that I never have medicine. I hate having to buy medicine every time I come down with something, because I never use it all before I lose it, or move, or it expires. They need some sort of medicine bank where I can go buy a few days dosage of flu medicine and then be done with it. I try to remember when my aversion to medicine began, but it eludes me. I would now refuse antibiotics for sinus infections and what not, but now I don't even bother going to the doctor. I do have a small rash on my leg, just on the outside of my right knee.   It is a little bigger that the size of a quarter, and it just sits there. It doesn't spread; it doesn't itch. It doesn't go away. It occurs to me that I should eventually see a doctor, but I don't like them and I don't have and medical insurance, so that idea is out the door. I suppose I will have to give my little rash a name if it sticks around any longer. Perhaps Amelia... There is something about naming things. I had a mouse living in my room with me in my gradfather's aprtment in New York, but I immediately named him Orpheus and he ceased to be a pest and became a wild pet of sorts. Matthew really wanted to see Orpheus when he came to visit.