( 8:30 PM )
Touch Me I’m Sick
I felt it coming late afternoon on Friday—a raw sore throat that turned into a monster cold just hours later. It’s now Monday night and I still feel like crap. Saturday and Sunday were the worst though; the gagging thick mucus stuffing my nasal passages, the debilitating headache, the horrible vomiting, or the fact that I couldn’t sleep at all. My body was in complete chaos. I must’ve farted at least 100 times Saturday night, yet I didn’t eat or drink anything all day for fear of yakking. Worst of all I missed a couple scenes from Desperate Housewives last night puking my brains out.
I miss breathing. I have the nose of a weathered mountain climber. I’m miserable.
Song of the Day:
“Give Me The Cure” Fugazi 1988
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( 11:34 PM )
The following letter was found folded neatly on the steps of McKinley Hall:
Dear Lisa,
Now that the election is finally over, I can concentrate on my keen ability to guess shoe sizes at nursing homes across the county. Oh yeah I’ve also got a curious knack for smelling dead people. Actually I’ve never smelled a dead person, I’m just pretty sure I’d know it. That reminds me I’m starving already, I can’t wait to eat tonight at that new place called Le Phlegm. I’m going with a Haqa Lugi, Spitter, and Expectorate. Don’t forget our bed-wetters focus group is tomorrow!
Over,
Kristin
Song of the Day:
“Maneater” Hall & Oates 1982
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