pb

102 fever. cold sweats. dizziness (not the good kind). glass in my joints. lead in my muscles. fire in my stomach. ears raging in infected pain. teeth feeling like they're about to fall out from infected sinuses. no girlfriend. no family. no mommy.

you realize, during times like this, that its not so cool of an idea to live 1200 miles away from anyone who gives a shit enough about you to bring you some juice or make you some chicken noodle soup. waaaaaaah!

fuck it, i'll just triple dose on the codine and sleep it off.

i certainly hope you're feeling better than me right about now.


-pb


book: 'how not to have your eyeballs pop out of your head when you puke too much' by dr. mcpukey

music: i'm a sick whiny little bitch, by the bitch slappers