gayballs

no...
shitstorm not over.

I woke up to the gentle proddings of my stomach saying something along the lines of "hey buddy, get up before you shit yourself."
I went to the ER today. I spent the day there. Diagnosis: "not ulcers. Mostly."
So yeah. I don't know. I don't know.

I had Hillary forced onto my consciousness just now, while leaving a comment on a friend of mine's MySpace page.
It made me feel stupid for leaving my funny, beautiful woman. I'm still feeling a little stupid. ugh. I don't know.
Her profile is private. Her blogs are private.

All this Pedialyte is getting a little gross.


Shoot me.

on the upside, I'm on my first book since I moved here, and being poopsick has given me some time to read it.
So there.