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Saturday was Chicaaago. I drove in to the city a bubbly 16 year old singing Nina Simone's "Suzanne" & drove out of the concrete jungle the next morning a single mother with 3 screaming screamies in the back & no money to pay for their first round of braces.
My doctor thinks I'm developing Mono. Horrible, except now I might have a valid excuse for being too lethargic to bother with things like homework and bright lighting and decision making. And so- upon further examination, wish me luck in earning the Mono title so I might justifiably float about with swollen lymph nodes some more! I've regressed back to the high school days of celebrated illness, but I'll take it.
I want to overflow a room with balloons so that I float effortlessly in between them, with “No Surprises” playing & a few sweet, sweet Midol’s circulating. It likely will not work out unless I steal things more durable to float between, like the huge turqoise fit balls from the rec. center down the way, but ah.
Schlitzveitz!
My doctor thinks I'm developing Mono. Horrible, except now I might have a valid excuse for being too lethargic to bother with things like homework and bright lighting and decision making. And so- upon further examination, wish me luck in earning the Mono title so I might justifiably float about with swollen lymph nodes some more! I've regressed back to the high school days of celebrated illness, but I'll take it.
I want to overflow a room with balloons so that I float effortlessly in between them, with “No Surprises” playing & a few sweet, sweet Midol’s circulating. It likely will not work out unless I steal things more durable to float between, like the huge turqoise fit balls from the rec. center down the way, but ah.
Schlitzveitz!