As soon as you open a gallon of paint, the paint disperses through your world according to the properties of entropy.

Apparently I am really sensitive to paint fumes, because for the past two days I've been lightheaded and it seems like parts of my brain are not working. Also, the inside of my mouth tastes like paint, which has lowered my appetite even more than last time I wrote about losing my appetite. I've gone from 126 to 118 in 3 weeks. I suppose that's not so fast it's unhealthy. Yesterday all I could eat was an apple; today I ate cereal and some spinach thing my mother made.

My dad has been helping me when he's not at work -- I was so dizzy (from not eating, or the paint, I'm not sure which), that my hands were shaking, so he had to do some of the detailed work where the molding meets the carpet. Anyway, we were listening to Mozart's 41st symphony and my dad educated me about the sonata form and the influence of Hayden on Mozart, and vice versa.

I don't really have anything to say. I'm too tired. I'm leaving in three days and the train ride will be so nice after all this work is done.

Liza wrote to tell me that her household is vegan and drug/alcohol free, which makes me happy. At some point in my life I've done an excessive amount of every drug, so now I'm unable to do any of them (except acid every now and then). There were even a few months this year when I drank way too much; then I abruptly stopped and now I can't even stand to drink one glass of wine. It seems like everyone I've ever lived with has either been heavily into either drugs or drinking, so it will be nice to have the focus elsewhere. It will probably be harder for me to be 100% vegan than to abstain from alcohol/drugs. But she says it's ok as long as I don't bring tainted food into the house.