thepantychrist

I got a new tattoo last night, bled like a stuck pig, had a few drinks, came home and promptly got sick.
I have this weird love/hate relationship with illness.
I hate it when I'm sick, but I'm always fascinated by what it does to my body.
Like, how I can be freezing and have to wrap up in blankets, but be sweating so profusely that my sheets are actually damp when I wake up.
Awesome.
I really shouldn't be that suprised...an Erisian Apple can't be won as easily as having someone just butcher it into you.
In closing,
"Where'd my boner go?"