I feel like death warmed over. The right half of my body aches, and the gland in my neck is so swollen that it feels hard. It's not a toomah. Or perhaps it is. I haven't had a cigarette in 3 or four weeks, but does anyone wanna take bets on whether or not I've got throat cancer? Then I remember Denis Leary's
bit about tracheotomies and smile. There's always a bright side, folks! Don't let them fool you!
Tommy and I planned on going up to Athens to stay with Joe this weekend, but Joe decided to come into town instead. I can't say I'm not disappointed; I was looking forward to getting out of Savannah for a while. Plus, Athens is fucking rad and I'd burn a stack of Bibles to eat at the Metro one more time or splurge at Junkman's.
Naaah, I wouldn't really burn Bibles. Maybe use them as footstools.
Hey, you guys. Spam this entry? Make me feel better~?