Post 911! Scary isn't it?

While I've been combating a private war on immune system terror for the past few days, I can tell that I am finally winning. While my nose is still clogged and my head still fogged, my disposition has improved. I no longer feel the need to sleep for at least 12 hours a day. The thought of making it two hours without collapsing no longer seems so daunting. The most important indicators of success in this war are the signs of genuine liberation. I am craving booze, motorcycles, surfing, and strippers.