...or on swallowing ground up glass
the bastard hasn't had it in him to write lately, and one could figure it's the mental place he's in but i disagree. it's the physical state he's in. on sunday night the bastard felt what felt like a cold with all of the trappings of tonsilitis. took some nyquil. on monday night he had the shakes. not just any shakes, heroin junky uncontrollable shakes. so i took the nyquil. well apparently the Q wore off early and i woke up every hour on the hour from 3am on. on tuesday he did the same and Q wore off at 1 am and he tossed and turned until he had to make the sick call. turns out that bastard has strep. can you belive that? i haven't had strep since the fifth grade, how irritating. so now here the bastard is, enjoying this magical feeling for the next few days. oh well. i better spray the keyboard with lysol before someone else gets the magic.