fallfromgrace

I've been thinking of things to say for this entry for, say... 10 minutes.

Nothing is coming to me.

I've got some sort of head cold, so that's worth noting. Often times my skull really hurts. I am beginning to wonder if I have a brain tumor. I guess I'll find out when the pressure on my brain from the expanding malignancy causes me to slip into a coma and die.

Actually, it's probably a really bad sinus infection.

Either way, I should probably see the doctor.

I'm gonna start running again, see if I can lose some weight. Also, I'm gonna stop consuming so much soda and carbs that I don't need.

I've though about veganism and vegetarianism, but foods tailored to those diets are quite expensive, aren't they?

Anywho, the lip is doing ok. It got pretty chapped, but it's on the mend.

I love, absolutely love, using words and phrases that are western flavored. Like :

*reckon
*notion
*on the mend
*basically talking like Mal Renyolds.

It especially throws the piercings into relief.

The eternal fate of the noble and enlightened is to be crushed by the armed and dumb. Suck on that, Plato!

K, so this week is my first week of 2005. Gotta make it a good'un.