if i was a horse they'd take me out back and shoot me
today's stats: i don't feel like playing today
i have to admit that i really don't have much interesting shit happening to me lately. as a matter of fact, i can't really think of anything newsworthy to talk about even as i type this. life is just pretty mediocre right now. honestly, i'm wracking my brain and nothing's coming to me. hmmm...it might have something to do with the fact that i can't seem to focus my brain on anything at all right now. for the first time in quite a while, i think my lifestyle and habits are starting to catch up to me. i feel like shit physically. i woke up this afternoon (not morning as seems to be the case more often than not these days) with a what i thought was just a minor hangover from the festivities of last night. i had a few drinks while enjoying the merriment of last night's pagan celebration of the darkside. i didn't really feel drunk and i guess i wasn't because it turns out i didn't have a hangover. no, no. it's only that my semiannual sinus infection has decided now is a good time to ravage my body. so i took some pills. and watched er. and had some hot cocoa. and went for a drive. and sat in one place (or rather curled into the fetal position in a chair) for a really long time and finished the book i was reading. and against better judgment, i went to walmart because i had absolutely none of the necessities in my house to help me combat the evil illness. no milk, no water, no beef stew, no golden grahams, no diet cherry coke (it's new - i gotta try it). almost threw up a couple of times in the store including the checkout line where i inexplicably had to wait 5 minutes for god knows what (someone to finish their shopping while still standing in the line - i was too dizzy to get huffy). that wouldn't have been pretty if i had wretched all over my frozen dinners. i don't know if i would have gone back to shop for new stuff or just walked out of the store. hard to make that call. in any case, i made it home and somehow dragged most of my purchases upstairs. it only took 4 trips. talk about beat. just typing this now is wearing me out. i mean i'm not tired yet. i just can't move very quickly right now. i hope the worst of this blows over by tomorrow morning. i'm not going to be able to make it through a saturday with this fuzzy-headed feeling. plus i want to go out tomorrow night and make some trouble. can't do it if i'm drugged up on tylenol and passed out on the couch, or i have a fever and a nose that runs whenever i bend beyond 45 degrees. anyway, it's late. i need pills and sleep.
i have to admit that i really don't have much interesting shit happening to me lately. as a matter of fact, i can't really think of anything newsworthy to talk about even as i type this. life is just pretty mediocre right now. honestly, i'm wracking my brain and nothing's coming to me. hmmm...it might have something to do with the fact that i can't seem to focus my brain on anything at all right now. for the first time in quite a while, i think my lifestyle and habits are starting to catch up to me. i feel like shit physically. i woke up this afternoon (not morning as seems to be the case more often than not these days) with a what i thought was just a minor hangover from the festivities of last night. i had a few drinks while enjoying the merriment of last night's pagan celebration of the darkside. i didn't really feel drunk and i guess i wasn't because it turns out i didn't have a hangover. no, no. it's only that my semiannual sinus infection has decided now is a good time to ravage my body. so i took some pills. and watched er. and had some hot cocoa. and went for a drive. and sat in one place (or rather curled into the fetal position in a chair) for a really long time and finished the book i was reading. and against better judgment, i went to walmart because i had absolutely none of the necessities in my house to help me combat the evil illness. no milk, no water, no beef stew, no golden grahams, no diet cherry coke (it's new - i gotta try it). almost threw up a couple of times in the store including the checkout line where i inexplicably had to wait 5 minutes for god knows what (someone to finish their shopping while still standing in the line - i was too dizzy to get huffy). that wouldn't have been pretty if i had wretched all over my frozen dinners. i don't know if i would have gone back to shop for new stuff or just walked out of the store. hard to make that call. in any case, i made it home and somehow dragged most of my purchases upstairs. it only took 4 trips. talk about beat. just typing this now is wearing me out. i mean i'm not tired yet. i just can't move very quickly right now. i hope the worst of this blows over by tomorrow morning. i'm not going to be able to make it through a saturday with this fuzzy-headed feeling. plus i want to go out tomorrow night and make some trouble. can't do it if i'm drugged up on tylenol and passed out on the couch, or i have a fever and a nose that runs whenever i bend beyond 45 degrees. anyway, it's late. i need pills and sleep.