12-2-12

I wonder what it feels like to not be tired. It’s been so long.

5 days since I started the Doxycycline.

5 days and I’m waiting.. Hoping.. To feel better.

After this, I’m out of ideas.

Someone boil me a bathtub of water so that I can lay in it and burn the ill away. The night time body aches are so severe and I’m refusing pain medicine the way a junkie would heroin. Though, I may have just a slight upper hand when it comes to my will power vs. a junkie’s will power.

It’s not that I “need” the pain medicine because I “want” it, it’s because I feel like the entire perimeter of my body is bursting into flames and being pierced by knives all at once.

Rant.

Give me a diversion.

End rant.

I can’t help but to laugh at myself as my thoughts wander. “It’s not that you’re terribly uninteresting but…… Did you see that man wearing a top hat and monocle riding along on that Clydesdale?”


Just kidding...

But in my mind there probably was a man wearing a top hat and monocle while riding a Clydesdale. And you can’t blame me for getting distracted by something as interesting as that.

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There I go again losing my head.