Saturday Nov 13, 2004

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Which one of you motherfuckers sent the tsetse flies after me?

I can't force myself out of bed, and I feel like I've spent the last 24 hours banging around inside some hotel-grade industrial-strength dryer. Earlier, I nearly passed out in the bathtub.

So, until the sleeping sickness has run its course, I'll be wishin' and hopin' for the good Lord to carry me home.

(Typing "tsetse fly" into Google brings one advertisements for travels to Africa. Tasteful.)
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mistersatan:
The pic, or my growing apathy toward my own brain?
mistersatan:
Thank you, dear- I also feel like we're running parallel ruts at the moment. And I'm glad someone likes my crappy journals lately, even if they mirror the crappiness in their own lives. I feel lately like I'd just be content going and grabbing a sixer of Black Label, a bottle of Jergens hand lotion, and the Denise Richards issue of Playboy and calling it a night. I know I wouldn't; in fact, I'd be kind of reviled at myself for doing such a thing- but something or other in my head tells me I should.

Maybe it's genetic memory; I have no clue. But thanks for sympathizing just the same.

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