Warm Wind Summer Cold

I LOGGED ON THE COMPUTER AROUND SIX O'CLOCK TONIGHT and was still online three hours later. There are so many people I'm endeavouring to catch up with. People I used to talk to but haven't been in touch with for quite a while ... Sometimes, btw, I would dearly love to say hello but fall foul of the dreaded popups blocker. This drives me crazy and there seems to be no way round it. In those cases all I can do is wait till the same time tomorrow.

The warm weather is coming and making me sweat. Mother Hubbard said to me, "I bet you loved the hot weather until you got a habit". Yes, Mother H, bang on. Before I was idiot enough to make myself opiate-dependent I simply did not sweat heavily at all (unless I was ill).

Nutnut, for all her numerous madnesses could be very perceptive concerning my habit. I remember one day, during a time that I was meant to be clean but was (of course) secretly using I returned home to her house sweating. It was midwinter. She took one look at me and knew. I remember one occasion the temperature was minus one or colder. A harsh wind was blowing. Having risen early (fortunately with money in my pocket) I'd had to brave a three mile walk to the only dealer who was on at 9am. This can be the worst time to score as the nighttime people have either gone to bed or simply flaked out too knackered to answer their phone -- while the daytime crew haven't finished taking their children to school, driven to run errands... etc (drug dealers are highly domesticated. They simply mix up the sale of heroin and crack into this domesticity ...) Also, at 9am, many of these people simply have not bothered to get out of bed at all. So I brace myself for this long walk, fairly well but not ridiculously wrapped up and go from feeling cold to increasingly close and warm and sweating under my coat. Perspiration runs in rivulets down the middle of my back. And then I turn the corner, totally exposed to it and the icy wind blasts me full on in all my copious sweat... I screamed in junkie agony.

I'm not in agony today. I thought I was coming down with hayfever... but it was a very mild common cold. This has stayed with me and now I'm feeling run-down and ill. Which is unusual for me, because I tend to think of a common cold as a bodily purge, driving out accumulated toxins. There is, apparently, some scientific fact behind this. The virus boosts your interferon levels. Interferon fights hepatitis C, among other things. It also protects against cancer. But while my interferon levels may have been enhanced I feel rather un-boosted in nearly all respects ...

I'm sure there was something else to say but it escapes me. Of course, the minute I log out, it shall return!

Re my PPS of yesterday night I found out:
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