benni

im sick. and im freezing. and in two hours and forty five minutes, imonna be in an assload of paaaaain.

but its no ones fault but mine... my poor nerve endings.

i woke up with a start, sweating and lost... feeling so ill. i drew a hot bath and sat in there for awhile... simmering like benni soup. it was nice. i didnt want to get out, but then the water started to get cold...

abject terror. this is the part where im like... fuck. today. if i could skip today and just deal with the recovery i'd be fine. but no. im good, but not that good.

today is going to be a shit day.

glad i got something of a last hurrah (for a couple weeks, anyways) last night. old friends, new friends... borrowed friends, blue friends...

i had sorbet for breakfast, and i didnt accomplish anything that needed to be accomplished last night... before the wounded arm. i should maybe start on that.

so while im shitty and pissed, answer me this:
would you rather have a sinus infection where anytime you sneeze while in the presence of others, they change sex or have the inability to distinguish between babies and English muffins?

wish me luck.