Sixteenth treatment today. It was completely sweet, and dreamy Jimmy kissed me almost on the lips and asked if I’d go to the drive-in with him.
Actually, I just ate a lot to stave off the nausea and had weird dreams, including one with a washroom sign accusing patrons of being liars who didn’t wash their hands and another of a girl standing and swiveling her hips around while she wore a butter-yellow dress with a full skirt. It swished over her legs like silk.
Also, I took pictures.