No It Won't, but Other Things Will Come Close
I'm trying in vain to make notes of the bands I've discovered via Lala, which will be shut down tomorrow. Damn Apple, anyhow. Always ruining shit. And giving stupid-arsed names to things. An "iPad." Christ. What will they think of next, a super-slim mp3 player called the "iTampon." A device designed to get rid of unwanted media quickly, the iDouche? Fabulous.
Anyway... Not feeling well at all, but am determined to slog it out. Utterly, utterly exhausted. There is no help for it, I simply waited too long to get my ass to a doctor. Oh, that was funny, I almost typed "cocktor." Now we all know what's on my mind. Not really. What's on my mind is the fact that I am in crappy health, but I don't regret either a single solitary mouthful of anything I've eaten (erm, unless it made me sick) or what I've drank. Hmm, except maybe one thing, and that's just something that I'll go ahead & keep to myself.
I want a cigarette so badly. Ugh.
I just want comfort, and it's not coming anytime soon. So I am listening to the band This Will Destroy You & Balago, and feeling sore of heart, body & attitude.
Anyway... Not feeling well at all, but am determined to slog it out. Utterly, utterly exhausted. There is no help for it, I simply waited too long to get my ass to a doctor. Oh, that was funny, I almost typed "cocktor." Now we all know what's on my mind. Not really. What's on my mind is the fact that I am in crappy health, but I don't regret either a single solitary mouthful of anything I've eaten (erm, unless it made me sick) or what I've drank. Hmm, except maybe one thing, and that's just something that I'll go ahead & keep to myself.
I want a cigarette so badly. Ugh.
I just want comfort, and it's not coming anytime soon. So I am listening to the band This Will Destroy You & Balago, and feeling sore of heart, body & attitude.