Bloody cough and vanilla chai spice
This is day 3 of calling out of work. I'm still sick. My cough has gone from mildly obnoxious on Tuesday, to bloody and a total interference in my life. I can't work, can't sleep, can't be comfortable without mass doses of Hycodan, the best codeine cough syrup known to man. I'm taking 2,000 mg of Erythromycin daily, for three days, and no improvement. My car was towed on Tuesday from my apartment parking lot because I was so doped up on codeine I didn't wake up in time to move it. $160 later, I have it back, and I'm seriously considering selling the motherfucker. This piece of crap car has cost me more in the last week than I ever thought possible, what with getting the "boot" and then towed.
Just talked to my boss, and there arent any shifts I can cover this weekend, which means I wont be able to even make rent next month. I'm freaking out man, and have no idea what I'm going to do. Times like these make me want to give up and go back to Texas, something I never thought would seem appealing. I must delerious from the 72 hours of febrility. Who the fuck has a fever on antibiotics? Jesus Christ, somebody shoot me in the face please.
I miss my friends, I'm too germy to socialize. Eviepants, save me!!!!
I pulled a real jackass manuver and decided to strip my hair the night before I fell terribly ill...perhaps all the fumes of bleach contributed to my excessive illness. But, on the upside, my hair is red again and I got all of the black out. It looks decent. It's a change. Goes well with my sickly green pallor.
I think I need to start writing more, as I'm depressed, lonely, and need some sort of constructive way to fill my time. So yeah, I think a short story about death is in order. What better way to fulfill my deathwish than fantasizing about the various ways in which I will meet my demise. That sounds sorta mentally ill, but really I'm just amused by lifes little pranks and looking for an outlet to scream my frustrations.
This is day 3 of calling out of work. I'm still sick. My cough has gone from mildly obnoxious on Tuesday, to bloody and a total interference in my life. I can't work, can't sleep, can't be comfortable without mass doses of Hycodan, the best codeine cough syrup known to man. I'm taking 2,000 mg of Erythromycin daily, for three days, and no improvement. My car was towed on Tuesday from my apartment parking lot because I was so doped up on codeine I didn't wake up in time to move it. $160 later, I have it back, and I'm seriously considering selling the motherfucker. This piece of crap car has cost me more in the last week than I ever thought possible, what with getting the "boot" and then towed.
Just talked to my boss, and there arent any shifts I can cover this weekend, which means I wont be able to even make rent next month. I'm freaking out man, and have no idea what I'm going to do. Times like these make me want to give up and go back to Texas, something I never thought would seem appealing. I must delerious from the 72 hours of febrility. Who the fuck has a fever on antibiotics? Jesus Christ, somebody shoot me in the face please.
I miss my friends, I'm too germy to socialize. Eviepants, save me!!!!
I pulled a real jackass manuver and decided to strip my hair the night before I fell terribly ill...perhaps all the fumes of bleach contributed to my excessive illness. But, on the upside, my hair is red again and I got all of the black out. It looks decent. It's a change. Goes well with my sickly green pallor.
I think I need to start writing more, as I'm depressed, lonely, and need some sort of constructive way to fill my time. So yeah, I think a short story about death is in order. What better way to fulfill my deathwish than fantasizing about the various ways in which I will meet my demise. That sounds sorta mentally ill, but really I'm just amused by lifes little pranks and looking for an outlet to scream my frustrations.
If you moved back to Texas I don't know what I'd do.
I wish I weren't freaking out about not having enough money to move right now, or I'd pay your rent this month.
I would gladly bring you a gin & tonic and a photograph of Wonderland if you'd like.
I miss you.
It's quite pathetic, in fact.
I MISS YOU!!!!!!