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I'm jacked up on cough medicine. No, not for recreational purposes, silly. (I hear pepole do this. ???) Day four of bronchial mess, upside down stomach ickies, nixed equilibrium, and a hatchet stuck in the middle of my forehead.
Ow.
I think I'm going crazy, as I'm either doing one of three things: sleeping, blowing my nose, or unsuccessfully trying to make it through a shower without wanting to shoot myself. Did I mention the sleep? I had no idea one could sleep for 20 out of the 24 hours in one day.
And my dreams. I killed a guy last night and had to pass him off as sleeping at a party. I also dreamed I met Mother Theresa in a heaven like place, atop clouds and all. I had to wear sunglasses to hide the fact that I wasn't catholic.
I don't know.
I gotta jet. My head is spliting. It even hurts to read, and that reeeaally blows.
Ow.
I think I'm going crazy, as I'm either doing one of three things: sleeping, blowing my nose, or unsuccessfully trying to make it through a shower without wanting to shoot myself. Did I mention the sleep? I had no idea one could sleep for 20 out of the 24 hours in one day.
And my dreams. I killed a guy last night and had to pass him off as sleeping at a party. I also dreamed I met Mother Theresa in a heaven like place, atop clouds and all. I had to wear sunglasses to hide the fact that I wasn't catholic.
I don't know.
I gotta jet. My head is spliting. It even hurts to read, and that reeeaally blows.