tummies are hurting and minds and pretty much all my insides, actually.  my feet are doing okay, and my legs are less twitchy than average, so i guess i shouldn't complain.  but really, inside pains are kindof worse than outside pains, don't you think?

i say that now, only because my outsides are relatively wound-free.

i was thinking yesterday about what to do with all my journals and writings and things from the years.  i'm considering burning them [or maybe the less-dramatic garbage-disposal...mm, recycling-disposal].  i feel like maybe i will want them some time.  maybe i will like to look back on days gone by and reflect about how i have felt, what i have done, who i have loved.  but then i think, what if i am killed in some horrific turn of events before i have had a chance to properly dispose of them?!?!  it seems unlikely to me that whatever immediate family member [be it spouse, parent, sibling, whomever] given the job of sorting through my stuff would be able to resist taking at least a peek.  and i don't want any peeking.  i want my secret pasts to be lost and erased and i would also be very ashamed of all those stupid little weaknesses being exposed without my permission.