i’ve just mixed myself up a nyquil cocktail (two parts nyquil liquicaps + one part tea with lime and honey), which means i will probably unconscious in about 20 minutes. this plague has really kicked my ass, and i’m hoping another 10-12 hours of sleeping like the dead will be enough to bring me back to life.

i’ve had a shitty, shitty few days and being sick has not helped matters at all. it just seems as though people like to kick you when you’re down. i’ll never figure that one out.

i had more to say, but it’s lost in a nyquil haze now. i bet it was fucking funny too.

p.s. dietcokegurl, he was totally just bragging about his new iPod and hitting me up for some westerberg bootlegs. clearly he has not found his love for me, yet.

This post has 3 comments. Add your own.

  1. the TTHM

    thank small theistic entities that i did NOT call you as intended at 11 to hear about sloppy-joe skinhead bowling…

    02 Mar 05 at 12:08 pm #
  2. jodi

    i was gonna call you at 10 to make you read me a story about a weeping flea and a scalded louse.

    02 Mar 05 at 12:10 pm #
  3. the TTHM

    it’s just as well. i was drowning my sorrows in a vat of strong beer and internet (p)orn. the conversation would have been…clinical.

    02 Mar 05 at 12:31 pm #
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