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Lucky me... I've been stricken with a migraine all week and it won't seem to go away (and on the evening of my friend's show, no less). It subsides now and then until I get worked up over something, then it kicks me in the teeth.

I need to relax, but I can't, not with the madness surrounding me. This world is a scary place, and it may very well be the death of me.

I get my blood test results from the doctor on Monday. I'll probably be making a trip to some sort of therapist or specialist to help me cope with the mental stress. It appears as though I'll have the opportunity to test the integrity of the medical profession. Call it a hunch, but I'm willing to bet I'll receive the treatment necessary to shuffle me back into the rank-and-file.

I refuse to believe I am sick, even though I am sick. This environment is sick, but as long as pills can be sold, we will always be the ones with the problems. I guess I'll have to bend over and take another one from the system.

The wonderful thing about our message is that, despite our diverse walks of life, we deliver our message with one voice, and there are many of us who do so. One single person will never do enough, but a collective voice is able to resonate across every square foot of planet. That being said, should my brain explode or, dare I say, I end up institutionalized or in love with the American dream, those of you who read this thing carry enough ... money ... cheeseburgers ...

I'm getting carried away. I need to rest somewhat before the show.

Peace and love be unto all of you.