the fever and the throat still pester me. i'm back to work, though. awful awful awful.
and i usually like the frickin j-o-b. just been a thorn in my side recently. that smell of sulphur and brimstone, prolly.
can't really even enjoy any of my time with doc.
writing lots. the fever inspired two short pieces.
my urine smells of penicillin.
hey, baby, it's the fourth of july!
i miss getting in a car, picking a direction, and driving, stopping at every fireworks stand along the way, buying something at each one, finding an empty spot, and shooting them off.
and i usually like the frickin j-o-b. just been a thorn in my side recently. that smell of sulphur and brimstone, prolly.
can't really even enjoy any of my time with doc.
writing lots. the fever inspired two short pieces.
my urine smells of penicillin.
hey, baby, it's the fourth of july!
i miss getting in a car, picking a direction, and driving, stopping at every fireworks stand along the way, buying something at each one, finding an empty spot, and shooting them off.