Suspect the Unexpected.

The headache continues. It plagues me like the 10 plagues that were unleashed on Egypt and that stupid Pharoah with the hardened heart. But I have done nothing to deserve this pain!

Yesterday I posted that I was possibly being poisoned and I pretty much ruled out the possibility that the culprit was DW, but maybe I was wrong. Perhaps because he is the least likely to slip hemlock into my Diet Coke, maybe it was he. Me thinks it possible. Last night he was in a rather strange mood. He blamed it on his presentation, but I could swear he looked surprised when I walked through the door. He probably thought I was already dead. A slight miscalculation on his part? Who knows. I have increased my Vitamin C intake and I have also taken other measures to boost my immune system. Eating out has become a must. I feel like an animal in my own home, hunted like prey, not knowing whenceforth somthing wicked comes.

I have thought of all the possible ways I could be being drugged and here is a list.

Perhaps they have sprinkled something onto Dixie's fur knowing that I like to pet her and kiss her head. The poison could be anthrax or something that is absorbable through the skin.
It could be my toothbrush, toothpaste, bar of soap, or sundry other items that are in the bathroom- the toilet paper? God Forbid.
Lacing my envelopes with something deadly. Everyone knows that this week is bill pay week. Knowing that I always lick my envelopes, someone could have tampered with them- now instead of sealing the envelope, i could be sealing my fate...

Well, my head hurts too much to continue enumerating the myriad of ways that someone is drugging/slowly killing me. Whoever you are, be devil, witch, or roommate- I am sorry- please make it stop. Stop the pain, stop the voodoo- just MAKE IT STOP!!!