Sleep over tonight.
I am sick, or getting there.
Apparently swishing salt water in your mouth helps to cure you. Kills lots of small black germs.
hm.
Still thinking about the meaning of life.
Maybe I will stay in Winnipeg and be Sasha Smith. I am surrounded by finiteness and trying to press it to infinity. But maybe I will learn how to engage in this life and not demand it to be the same nature of the next.