tempestuous

Why is it that I only update my journal when I have a stomach bug? Do I equate SG with nausea and vomiting? That's just wrong.

Recent news . . . hmmmm. Went to London and came back. Good trip, bad company. Started a new job. Good job, bad company. Don't trust hospitals. Ever. Spent this weekend at my place of work -- puking all over myself to near death. Hooked up to IVs (and have the pincushioned arms to prove it). I have yet to fill the prescription for narcotic suppositories -- maybe when I'm feeling better and am looking for a cheap thrill.

I woke up from a nap today to find blood splattered on the wall several feet away from where I was lying. Checked myself over -- the blood wasn't mine. Possible sources? My dog and my ex, both of whom deny knowledge of bloodshed, personal or otherwise. Well, as much as a dog can deny anything. I had been dreaming about body modification -- violent, bloody, SO real. Did I somehow connect my dream life with my waking life? Bizarre. I'll try to dream about something better tonight.