pb

well girls and germs, its a bit difficult to SG when i have to put my mouse pointer over the up/down button, close my eyes, then scroll. why? because i'm so friggin sick the scrolling up/down motion makes me queasy and giddy in a not good way.

summer cold. summer flu. mono. sinus infection. complete physiological breakdown from lack of good sexxing...who knows??

all i know is i desperately want to write something cute and a tad witty in each of your journals...but i sort of more desperately want to go lie down and fucking die for a little while.

blah blah whine whine. i enjoy being sick, except for the sick part. i get more reading, more movie watching, and more languid lounging done.

plus, fever-dreams are the bestest ever. there's nothing like waking up in a cold sweat with some of the craziest, universe-bending thoughts raping and pillaging through your mind...then passing out again for 12 hours and riding the burning Santa Anna winds of your sub-conscious into Lovecraftian Dream Cycles of myth and.....

whoa, this fever thing really has me...feverish.

i must repair to my blissful and burning repose, my dears. may your dreams be as twisted-ly profound and profoundly amazing as mine.




-pb


book: the deprivers
music: billie holiday