10.16.98

What a difference a day makes,
Twenty-four little hours!

For one reason or another, I feel like going against the grain of society today. Possibly, that's because I FEEL GOOD for the first time in a week. I'm sitting this morning in my fuzzy pink bathrobe, not because I feel a fever coming on, but because…well, damn it, I want to mope around in a fuzzy pink bathrobe! The sun is a-blazing across my desk and creating a horrible glare on my monitor. I really don't want to cover the window, because the movements of clouds which alternatively diffuse and release its potency give a sense of "organicness" to my squalor. RR has a skylight in his office at work, and that's where I came up with the appreciation of moving clouds.
In the "Wee small hours" yesterday morning, I met a lad named Bobby from California. We were discussing the ills of the world in an HIV/AIDS chatroom, and for some reason, we clicked. It turned out that we had common acquaintances, and thought about some of the same things. I'll cut his story short and tell you why this fellow is soooo remarkable. He was diagnosed as HIV positive in 1983 (!) and has had AIDS for 7 years. I am absolutely amazed by this guy. I mean, I know there are very long term survivors of AIDS and HIV disease, and Bobby is one of them. Quite frankly, I never did think that I would ever meet one. This guy can really say "Been there, done that."

Because he has.

More importantly, and impressively, he's willing to talk about it.

Life is really a pretty sweet fruit. Sometimes it just takes someone to put it all back into perspective. Thanks, Bobby.