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I'm still sick. Actually more sick now. Dammit. I'm on my third glass of orange juice and starting to drift into a funky nyQuil haze. My brain is swimming.

I think that shit (nyQuil, that is) is starting to taste worse and worse. Perhaps it's just because I didn't have any whiskey to chase it with this time. Oh man...

Today, I found the cause of a two month old problem with Eris. She finally just gave up the ghost and forced me to figure out what was wrong with her right there on the side of the road. I did, and she is currently limping along, thanks in no small part to the ingenius use of a Flying Monkeys sticker.

I'm sick. Did I mention?

Ok... time for me to go stare at the ceiling for a while and wish for death.


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Jun. 27th, 2002 10:30 am (UTC)
"my advice, drink heavily...."...john blutarsky, faber college
Jun. 27th, 2002 11:58 am (UTC)
actually, don't wish for death. just wish for dilaudid. that stuff is SWEEET.
Jun. 27th, 2002 03:37 pm (UTC)
Met him once..
Death that is..

Old boy is short, fat, dumpy, wears a hair piece and doesn't shave often enuf. He'll drink anything with a fru fru chinese umbrella in it and has a penchant for singing Sammy Davis Jr. songs way way off key.

Careful what you wish for bud & feel better.
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