pudding

i think the sickness is starting to leave my person. i am no longer a suitable host body. with the sickness came a terrible back ache which means that every night i get to slather my back in an icy hot type stuff that leaves my back and shoulders with a wondrous porn-star-like sheen and a great mentholated smell that reminds me of old people. mmm...old people. this really isn't going anywhere because all the important/semi-important stuff thats rattling around my dome is too much to put into words right now. i will tell you one thing, i'm beginning to wonder why the hell i stopped drinking regularly.