Hello August, how are you? So far, three days have passed and I'm still living with regularity, or as I say it 're-gah-lur', nothing else comes clearer than my relationship with Cas. She is always there for me when I need her. Everything else will remain in my head or for her ears and her ears only.

My hands have been feeling like they're on fire and my fingertips are tingly and sometimes numb. This happens more often now that I fear for something worse. These inflammations occur only in my ligaments, usually at the very end; hands, feet, fingertips. 28 is a normal age where I should be physically fit. With softball and ice hockey as my weekly sports, you could say my body should be more fit. When I play softball, I play with a limp or sore ankle. Regardless of the pain, dealing with it later is not a strong option to believe in. The only time my heel spurs or probable plantar fasciitis happens, my body is telling me that my weight is getting over the edge again, my foot apparel isn't working properly, or my sudden urge for activities should be more gradual. After almost four years with this pain, I've managed to fight back and reduce the time with the agonizing pain. My usual pattern occurs when my pudge gets a little thicker. At that point, I need to start working out again, or at least find a way to lose the pounds that put me over the painful edge.

But now my hands are feeling awkward. I've read so much on it, and it appears to be... I don't want to say it. I'll continue to monitor it. If you know what it could be, comment me please.

note: if I die young, will the world around me be affected? Have I made a difference? Shrug.