| Friday, April 21, 2006 |
| poison |
No... not the 80's hair-rock band.
The majority of my day at work yesterday was spent leaning on the office bathroom's handicapped toilet, where I was thoroughly embarrassed by having over a dozen men from this place watch as I built up a nice cold sweat and filled said toilet with vomit and saliva. Delicious, eh?
After an hour and a half of that, the building security guard and a very nice co-worker named Howard helped to get me up and about - and by that I mean, out of the building and into a cab, where I vomited the entire ride home, and then slammed my head into a wall trying to get from the cab to my apartment. Passing out begun shortly after I vomited once again.
THEN - I had to go to school to get a paper THAT NIGHT! It was like... if I didn't, then I'd not be able to get the teachers notes until the final was due, and then I'd get a bad grade for turning it in late. Jenny and Megan to the rescue! They drove me to school, and for that - I owe you both dinner.
I had some Sierra Mist before going to bed, and then had some this morning as well. I haven't eaten anything since the ugliness yesterday, so I think I'll grab some crackers shortly and begin with that.
I can tell you this - Everything that came up was SOLELY the apple fritter I got from Starbucks. So... ya know... never eat one of those.
As for life in general - I suppose things are good - I am optimistic, so that is a good thing, and we'll see where things progress this weekend. Bob Nanna from the City On Film/Hey Mercedes/Braid is playing his last show in Chicago for the summer (if not the rest of the year) because he has already begun chemotherapy for some cancer he's got... I MUST go see this tonight, so... good times. Please join me if you can :-).
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afloat in a sea of disarray
walking about a boat
with a hole that's plugged
by my own good intentions
wanna bet how long those
keep me afloat?
Sometimes I have this mood
by which I get really happy
and then it all comes crashing
smashing, bashing, lashing
and i'm left with a hole in my boat
that I plug with anything I can pull out of me.
Once, I met this guy
it was magical and amazing
then it was done
and he was nothing more than
some dickhead walking down the street
why can't his boat have a hole?
holes - fuck holes
ya know what? fuck you
and fuck me
just fuck,
ya know?
cause every boat has a hole.
and sometimes holes can't be plugged.
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That was an ON-THE-FLY mike ganz original. I guess it sounds a bit more downtrodden than my mood at the moment, but... whatever. It is what it is. Unconcious stream of thought by which I have shared something about myself with you, my ones of readers.
Have a good friday kids (but not... GOOD Friday, cause that was last week and Jewsus was celebrated then). Later... |
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