It's been two weeks since I've gotten groceries. I had to go, or the specter of starvation might overcome me. Since the stimulus there was money to shop. I was poking about for some eggs and then I spotted those precooked pasta. These had shrimp and lobster inside. I reached round a Native looking man to get some. Later we looked through the Cereal together. Then I noticed Watermelon Juice. So did he. A frision began to steal its way through my innermost parts. Later, at the check stand, he was behind me. What would I do about my vow to finish my life alone?

Despite everything that medicine could do to make me a woman, I felt unworthy. Since realizing that I'd devoted myself to the study of Ancient History, and now know something about most of the major Religions and their origins. The Historicity is fascinating.

Tonight, I am still distracted. What will I do? This may not go away on its own. What if I see him on the street? How long will it be before I dare to venture out on the street? I had been deluding my self into living like a Nun. Will that hold?

What shall I do?

Gwen