05.23.05

Bark! Bark!Ggggrrrr-grOWf! Rowr! Rowr! Rowr! Ooo-ipe! ipe! ipe!

Gadamn, unfornicating-believably, blasted, thrice pissed on, baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad mamma-jama pain.

Cramps.

Wait. There's more.

Something's blooming that pisses off my histamines. I'm honking and sneezing, and blowin'. Argh. Headache. Sore throat. Hayfever, it's back. It's badder than ever, and this time, it's after YOU!

*sigh*

I'm going to go take as many analgesics as can be taken by one woman, along with an antihistamine tablet. I'm going to station my tucchus on the floor, lean back against my bed, and turn on the most mind-numbing, pitiable excuse for television ("Called a medium because it is neither rare, nor well done." Ernie Kovacs) I can find.

Go. Be fabulous.