Harumph.
I'm taking penicillin to combat the evil throat monsters that tried to sneak into my brain. This means I can't drink for the next, um, 6 more days, I think. At least I got the meds, thanks to a lovely angel, so that I can be alive for what promises to be an interesting weekend. I think the pills are making me fatigued, though. Or maybe it's all the pot I'm smoking to keep me at home and not out drinking.
I don't know what to do with myself. The next few days may answer a lot of questions, or create more than ever.
I'm taking penicillin to combat the evil throat monsters that tried to sneak into my brain. This means I can't drink for the next, um, 6 more days, I think. At least I got the meds, thanks to a lovely angel, so that I can be alive for what promises to be an interesting weekend. I think the pills are making me fatigued, though. Or maybe it's all the pot I'm smoking to keep me at home and not out drinking.
I don't know what to do with myself. The next few days may answer a lot of questions, or create more than ever.
Regarding my journal, I am not trying to be important to everybody. Just the people I feel are important to me. Doesn't that make sense?...