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well i woke up sunday mornin' with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt...
okay, not exactly...but for the record, i am both sick and grouchy on this fine sunday morning...and i can't find one single seventh-day adventist doctor who can see me today...i'd start a search for athiests, but (unfortunately) they don't congregate at a seperate hospital like the seventh days do at tacoma, so they're much harder to find in a phone book.
here's the run down. got back from the bar/blue plum festival around 2:45. finally tracked my car keys down around 3:00. made a krystal run with em shortly thereafter (we passed on the sackful, which is a drunken miracle). we ate krystals and went to bed by 3:45-ish. at 4:15 my slumber is disturbed by an ever-so-pesky stabbing pain in my lungs. this continues on through the morning and is accompanied by an unpleasant sensation similar to what it would feel like if hurley (from Lost, you morons) sat directly on your chest. by 6:24 i have taken as much of this as i can possibly stand, and i pack up the car and drive home to my mommy like the little girl i am. these symptoms are further irritated by my severe lack of sleep...which makes me grouchier than i usually am on sunday mornings.
but i suppose i deserve most of this...for one reason or another. one possibility (and it won't be hard to figure out that i didn't come up with this one on my own) is that god is punishing me for going to the bar instead of sunday school. those of you who know me well realize that i think this is bullshit. the second (far more realistic) possibility is that i've put off going to the doctor for far too long, and now my procrastination prowess is being rewarded with all the stabbing pain i want. i think we may have ourselves a winner.
the underlying message here?
don't fuck with me today.
okay, not exactly...but for the record, i am both sick and grouchy on this fine sunday morning...and i can't find one single seventh-day adventist doctor who can see me today...i'd start a search for athiests, but (unfortunately) they don't congregate at a seperate hospital like the seventh days do at tacoma, so they're much harder to find in a phone book.
here's the run down. got back from the bar/blue plum festival around 2:45. finally tracked my car keys down around 3:00. made a krystal run with em shortly thereafter (we passed on the sackful, which is a drunken miracle). we ate krystals and went to bed by 3:45-ish. at 4:15 my slumber is disturbed by an ever-so-pesky stabbing pain in my lungs. this continues on through the morning and is accompanied by an unpleasant sensation similar to what it would feel like if hurley (from Lost, you morons) sat directly on your chest. by 6:24 i have taken as much of this as i can possibly stand, and i pack up the car and drive home to my mommy like the little girl i am. these symptoms are further irritated by my severe lack of sleep...which makes me grouchier than i usually am on sunday mornings.
but i suppose i deserve most of this...for one reason or another. one possibility (and it won't be hard to figure out that i didn't come up with this one on my own) is that god is punishing me for going to the bar instead of sunday school. those of you who know me well realize that i think this is bullshit. the second (far more realistic) possibility is that i've put off going to the doctor for far too long, and now my procrastination prowess is being rewarded with all the stabbing pain i want. i think we may have ourselves a winner.
the underlying message here?
don't fuck with me today.