jackspade

Three days of reclusiveness, of laying down, waiting to feel better.

Today I feel slightly better. The constant runny nose has drifted southward to the lungs, leaving me with a bit of a cough and a general feeling of being out the other end of the land of Craptastica.

Now perhaps I will be able to enjoy a nice cup of coffee again, perhaps I will feel an urge to leave the house and do something, perhaps I will finally want to interact with the human race.

And now I know for sure what I will do, right off the bat.

I'm going to pound a large nail through the end of a 2x4, and march across the street to the neighbor's house, WHOSE DOG HAS BEEN BARKING CONTINUOUSLY SINCE 9 AM, and I'm going to KILL the moron neighbors, that's right, the people, not the dog. Then I'm going to burn their house down, and steal the dog, and bring him over here where no one will ignore him all day like those fuckers do. I mean, yeah, he's annoying as all get out, but come on, he can't help it, he's a damn dog, and you're leavng him tied up on the porch all day!

Then tomorrow, I'm gonna go track down the guy up the street with no fricking muffler on his car...