Dear Disease,

I cant still feel you in my system.

Get the fudd out please.

love,

Plume Sore

Dear Santa,

two days left, I hope you're getting the plane tickets ready.

love,

Plume Lonely

Dear Satan,

if you're the boss of all that's evil and wicked then how come your name is a palindrome of santa? Diabolical irony or are you just a big softie underneath all that hellfire and brimstone?

love,

Plume Curious

Dear "A man, a plan, a canal - Panama!",

Yes, I realize that wasn't a palindrome. But I forget what the proper term is so it will have to do.

love,

Plume Confused

Dear Kate Beckinsale,

I really like your name. It reminds me of bake sale.

love,

Plume Baked

Dear Today's Entry,

Did you know that Santa is the world's richest fictional person? Richer than Scrooge McDuck. And Lex Luthor is only 8th. I find that fascinating.

There is nothing that is so interesting that it can't be made more or less interesting by making a list about it.

I'm feeling much better thank you. Just tired and sore. But it seems I survived. Despite the Greenlandish poison virus. Now I just hope I can get to enjoy the rest of the vacation in relative peace. That means no vomiting and as little family noise as possible.

Is the adam's apple a muscle? I could swear my adam's apple was sore. Maybe it was just some undefinable throat muscle. I don't know.

What happend that made me so awfully sick? Only Doctor Dolittle knows I guess. But Friday night my dad came home from Greenland. Bringing cigarettes for my brother and video tapes for me. And disease for my mother and I. That's speculation of course. But I just know it must be his fault. Strangely enough Peter hasn't fallen ill yet. Perhaps I should go cough on him. He deserves a night of vomiting too.

In my feverish sleep I dreamt about That 70s Show by the way. Kind of funny when you look at the title of the entry I made on Friday before my dad arrived. It was a halloween episode in my dream. I don't know if that's significant.

Look what I got in my email. It's Zwan. Look at that cover art. Interesting. Mary Star of the Sea, the psychodelica album. Cool beans.

I'm sore and tender all over. I can barely cough. And I'm hungry but I'm not sure I can eat without causing another pukefest.

Okay, entry I'm tired. I should go rest some more. Remember to thank all the nice people who wished me well. And tell Skye I'm thinking about her. She will be okay, we will be okay.

love,

Plume Ploomay