flux

so i finally dragged myself to the doctor today after contemplating drilling a hole in my head to relieve the pressure, and my suspicions have been confirmed. the sinus infection i've had for the past two months went terminal as soon as i returned home to a place in which i'm the only non-smoker of four. blech. my skull tried to commit suicide. so i'm on antibiotics and ibuprofen to kill them head-germs dead.

you know, i can't seem to find a Spanish translation of temporary autonomous zone that captures the poetry i see in the original. i think i have found myself a project. i've only done some minor work before this, a collection of poems here and there. translation is the most satisfying work i know because it successfully integrates both halves of the brain. even if i can't do all of taz, it would hone the knife of the Word. yum.

i love phone calls.

p.s. lookit me! i am teh fancy with Scylla at a party a month ago!