Oh dear, I think I've forgotten how to blog. Like, blog like normal people do.
I think the first step is to tell people inane things: for example, I spent Monday, from 8 to 9 PM, going between feeling like I was dying and actually dying as I puked up things and saw the world through a red filter. It was not fun. You can assume how I got to this point if you're willing to match up dates with the days they fall on in these years.
Also: I'm pretty much deaf in one ear. My left. Well, not totally deaf; there are muffles here and there that are understandable, but for the most part, it's currently a useless appendage. All it's doing is causing me pain (I assume somehow, someway, there's something lodged up there that I'll have to blow out with some high-speed water action).
So I'm deaf in one ear, I spent an hour puking, and through all of this, I've developed a headache.
Add this to chronic insomnia and you're looking at a fine shell of a human being right here. I feel absolutely roasted, like something dipped into a deep fryer.
I can't wait for these pains to pass, because I'll feel like a new person at the end of it.
In less painful news, it took my first order from Amazon in like three years to get a defective disc. Score. Now I have to send back my Wages of Fear BD and hope to God it isn't a manufacturing mishap that caused a whole printing to fuck up, but rather just a luck of the draw type of deal.
Boy, personal stuff just isn't exciting. I think Twitter might have destroyed blogging for me forever. So maybe Tweet the Twit or something, and you can find out the truly inane aspects of my life.
I mean, for fuck's sake, I liveblogged watching the making-of documentary on The Wrestler. Just to give you an idea of what I do with that damn thing.
I feel wrong leaving this without a youtube or a picture or something, so:
Have some Ennio Morricone. Ignore that Claudia Cardinale is staring into the distance.
I think the first step is to tell people inane things: for example, I spent Monday, from 8 to 9 PM, going between feeling like I was dying and actually dying as I puked up things and saw the world through a red filter. It was not fun. You can assume how I got to this point if you're willing to match up dates with the days they fall on in these years.
Also: I'm pretty much deaf in one ear. My left. Well, not totally deaf; there are muffles here and there that are understandable, but for the most part, it's currently a useless appendage. All it's doing is causing me pain (I assume somehow, someway, there's something lodged up there that I'll have to blow out with some high-speed water action).
So I'm deaf in one ear, I spent an hour puking, and through all of this, I've developed a headache.
Add this to chronic insomnia and you're looking at a fine shell of a human being right here. I feel absolutely roasted, like something dipped into a deep fryer.
I can't wait for these pains to pass, because I'll feel like a new person at the end of it.
In less painful news, it took my first order from Amazon in like three years to get a defective disc. Score. Now I have to send back my Wages of Fear BD and hope to God it isn't a manufacturing mishap that caused a whole printing to fuck up, but rather just a luck of the draw type of deal.
Boy, personal stuff just isn't exciting. I think Twitter might have destroyed blogging for me forever. So maybe Tweet the Twit or something, and you can find out the truly inane aspects of my life.
I mean, for fuck's sake, I liveblogged watching the making-of documentary on The Wrestler. Just to give you an idea of what I do with that damn thing.
I feel wrong leaving this without a youtube or a picture or something, so:
Have some Ennio Morricone. Ignore that Claudia Cardinale is staring into the distance.
And about a pain. Changes always hurts.