I finished Slide yesterday.
It was a helluva book. I'm sending my copy to PollyThunderCat because she rules and has been bit by the reading bug. Real violent, Polly. Funny and violent. LIKE YOU.
This morning as Hillary was leaving she looked so goddamn good. I told her she's only looking good so that she could meet a dude who can breathe through his nostrils. She laughed. And looked good doing it. Then she left the apartment. And looked good doing it.
I'm going to the doctor. Right now, when this blog is finished. I'm sick as fuck.
My once white pillows are now covered in rotten green stains. My bed is soaked in sweat.
Everytime I inhale I smell rot.
My right nostril is a piece of raw meat.
I don't like doctors or prescriptions but goddamn, this shit's gotta go.
Also, I'm running out of Effexxor. so I should do something about that.
If I ran out and had to start dealing with the physical (and emotional) withdrawal in addition to this cold or whatever the fook it is, then I'd have to start cutting and putting cigarettes out on arms.
Or something.
I'm dizzy.
Time for the doctor. I'm a walk in so I'll be there for about.... 6 hours.
Phoenix in flight,
I'm here to break your wings.
PS - I have sinusitis. And I'm home now.
And knee surgery is becoming more and more... possible.
Sinusitis basically means I have a sinus infection that turns my boogers and everything into a lovely, lovely shade of green. Also available with the occasional red polka-dot.
It also means lots and lots of sinus pressure.
Finally, it means that every time I inhale or cough or swallow (without food or drink in my mouth) it smells and tastes as if someone murdered a homeless woman, took the tampon she'd worn for 13 months, and lodged it between my throat and and nasal passage.
It's lovely. At least I get the day off.
I used my sick day to pay my insurance bill for the month and I paid $200 of my cellphone bill.
Last night (and this morning) when I was at CVS I saw that the latest issue of STAR MAGAZINE had the greatest cover ever. Katie Holmes getting angry at Tom Cruise. So I took a picture of Katie.
also here is Lola.
It was a helluva book. I'm sending my copy to PollyThunderCat because she rules and has been bit by the reading bug. Real violent, Polly. Funny and violent. LIKE YOU.
This morning as Hillary was leaving she looked so goddamn good. I told her she's only looking good so that she could meet a dude who can breathe through his nostrils. She laughed. And looked good doing it. Then she left the apartment. And looked good doing it.
I'm going to the doctor. Right now, when this blog is finished. I'm sick as fuck.
My once white pillows are now covered in rotten green stains. My bed is soaked in sweat.
Everytime I inhale I smell rot.
My right nostril is a piece of raw meat.
I don't like doctors or prescriptions but goddamn, this shit's gotta go.
Also, I'm running out of Effexxor. so I should do something about that.
If I ran out and had to start dealing with the physical (and emotional) withdrawal in addition to this cold or whatever the fook it is, then I'd have to start cutting and putting cigarettes out on arms.
Or something.
I'm dizzy.
Time for the doctor. I'm a walk in so I'll be there for about.... 6 hours.
Phoenix in flight,
I'm here to break your wings.
PS - I have sinusitis. And I'm home now.
And knee surgery is becoming more and more... possible.
Sinusitis basically means I have a sinus infection that turns my boogers and everything into a lovely, lovely shade of green. Also available with the occasional red polka-dot.
It also means lots and lots of sinus pressure.
Finally, it means that every time I inhale or cough or swallow (without food or drink in my mouth) it smells and tastes as if someone murdered a homeless woman, took the tampon she'd worn for 13 months, and lodged it between my throat and and nasal passage.
It's lovely. At least I get the day off.
I used my sick day to pay my insurance bill for the month and I paid $200 of my cellphone bill.
Last night (and this morning) when I was at CVS I saw that the latest issue of STAR MAGAZINE had the greatest cover ever. Katie Holmes getting angry at Tom Cruise. So I took a picture of Katie.
also here is Lola.
this is insect speed.
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this blog just made me throw up in my mouth a little...
i hope you feel better soon!
but you might get a yeast infection if your on antibiotics, lol. be careful.
ps- an acupuncturist can work on your sinuses too. heh.