Bio
Name: Daniel Robert Lance Big Plume
Nickname: Saturnyne
Birthday: May 3, 1980
Age: 26
Sun Sign: Taurus
Moon Sign: Sagittarius
Chinese Zodiac: Monkey (Born)
Height: 170 cm
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Status: Single
Favorites
Color: Blue
Food: Chicken
Animal: Cat
Anime: Sailormoon
Show: CSI
PJ's: Sweatpants/ T-shirt
Pokemon: Porygon
Website: NHB Radio
My Linux Desktop
Current Moods
Song: Dog's A Best Friend's Dog
Links
Official Sins Of Science Homepage
Space-Kitten.Org
Wing Commander CIC
Tears For Fears
Contact
Email: saturnyne1d@netscape.net
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Friday, July 19, 2002
1:53 AM It's been nearly two weeks. I have been expecting my wounds to heal. Instead, they have remained the same. I have not recovered at all. Every inch of my body hurts and burns all day. I am constantly bed-ridden, and I find it hard to eat. I suppose I should describe my room. Well, it's four walls of concrete with a tile floor. I'll call the wall ahead of me the north wall, the one behind me the south wall, and the left and right west and east respectively. The north wall is the wall I face all day when I sit up. It's nothing but grey concrete, and near the northwest corner is where the door is. The door has a lever handle, and there is a small square window in it. I often see the doctors peering in at me when they gather outside the door to talk. The west wall has nothing. It's just a wall. My bed is pushed against the middle of the south wall. I have a small table beside me, with a pictureless frame. On the other side is my IV. On the east wall, there is a large cupboard with lots of books in it. I have not opened it, and I don't wish to. A sense of foreboding always overwhelms me when I look at it. Andrea came back, and she comes in daily to see me. I love every moment we spend together. Sometimes, I talk about my dreams. Sometimes, I talk about nothing. And sometimes, she just walks in and hugs me and makes my day bright. Some days, we just sit and play cards, or talk about stories, or play games. I love her very much. At least I think I do. I think about her all the time, and every time she walks in, she looks more and more beautiful. I keep having those dreams. But lately, I've felt... almost safe within them. Once, I was standing in a large dark place, and many people without their faces were standing around me. I felt like I didn't have to be afraid. Then, I looked up and there was standing a large... thing. He was at least eight feet tall, and he had large wings. He talked to me, saying "These are your people. These are your things." Andrea came in today and said that my bandages looked dirty. She has to change them every day now. She always washes my burns off, and cleans off all the pus and other stuff that oozes from my body. Then, she puts on fresh, clean, warm bandages. My washings consist of Andrea holding up a hose while I stand under it freezing. It's a blessing every time, away from these horrible burns. But it's still strange... they aren't healing at all. It's been such a long time since I've been here, and I haven't healed at all. I've talked a lot today... I'm feeling sleepy... Help me...
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