Sep 04, 2004 20:06
there is a swollen gland just under my jaw that tries to go down with every swallow of spit clinging to the back of my throat. i can feel the slow river of sludge from my ear down the hidden pathways that empty in my neck hole.
its throbbing every so slightly. just keep telling myself this is a coincidence, that everyone that caught this psychosomatic affliction, was a weak, sickly, creature that handles dirty clothing and snotty old records at my girlfriends workplace(goodwill).
i have nothing to worry about.
regardless in three days i will be a foot in the wilderness again, sick or not.
its odd to be such a visitor, if i would not look like such lunatic, the thought of just pitching tent in the backyard has occurred to me once or twice, i have not seen tim in ten months, everything has been returned (thanks to j&b) except my shotgun, so look at it as a 375 dollar debt or a gun that is trapped in bureaucracy, either way its an irritating thing to just let slide.
well, i'm really looking forward to all of this, i have been working like a machine, six days a week, sometimes 15 hour days, and i may not have shit to show for it, but this week i owe nothing. granted i have nothing, but that is something i have not been able to say since i was fifteen, damned that t.v...
one less thing to be redundantly gibbering on about,
j-