Sick again, sick again.
So. I've been sick and housebound with what is about my sixth or seventh bout of bronchitis and sickness since October. I haven't slept well in a week and a half. After refusing to go to the doctor for a week, my dad threatened to kick me out if I didn't get rid of my hacking cough that you can hear from the elevator 2 floors below my apartment. The doctor said I broke a whole bunch of blood vessels in my mouth and throat and that I could damage my ribs or something. He said it could be a renegade case of asthma and prescribed me more antibiotics and an inhaler. He also referred me to a lung doctor... pulmonary specialist, whatever, because it's not normal. I have that appointment Monday, so we'll see how that goes. Still no job, but by this time, I'm done looking. School starts again soon and suxxorz to that. We saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory in Imax at midnight when it opened. As someone who has loved Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, namely Gene Wilder, since childhood, I must say I still loved the new movie. It was well acted by everyone except Johnny Depp, whom I also love, who did only a mediocre job. I was choking and coughing through the movie, though, so I have to go see it again to catch what I missed. I think Bill and I are going to go with my dad before he leaves for San Diego.
Ever feel underappreciated? Like there's someone in the world somewhere who understands how much you try to please them, but not right now. Someone could love you and respect you as much as you deserve? Fuck it.
As for anything else, nothing is new. Except for my sneakers, which are the first pair I've gotten since 11th grade. Yippee.
Ever feel underappreciated? Like there's someone in the world somewhere who understands how much you try to please them, but not right now. Someone could love you and respect you as much as you deserve? Fuck it.
As for anything else, nothing is new. Except for my sneakers, which are the first pair I've gotten since 11th grade. Yippee.