Chapter 7
My head feels mighty fucked right now. It is 2 in the morning, and I've recently ingested two Tylenol Extra Strength cold pills. The nighttime variation. I don't know how much longer I can hold on. My head feels all messed up. Sort of like those cartoons where they show that mess of squiggly lines to represent how the character's thoughts are all fucked inside their mind. That's what I knid of feel like now. I just don't know. Hamburger Helper tastes great at the early stages of the morning. I want more, though...
This seems like a good spot for a new paragraph. for those who didn't clue in from the pill comment, I'm sick. I obviously didn't pop nighttime pills looking for an exuberant high, now did I? For from it, I needed something to bring me down. This cold is killing me, and I need rest. Taking the daytime, non-drowsy shit would have been a waste of non-drowsy pharmecuticals.
My ads finally work, by the way, I should mention this while I'm conscious enough to remember. Click away and sign up for free bullshit, you're making me money everytime to do. Show those bastards that we can do what we want, and they can damn well pay us for it! Why the hell not? Have we not done enough to warrant a little reward for the stress of everyday life in which we are immersed every single day of our very short, and too short, might I add, lives? Should we not be gifted with a small token of appreciation for our contributions, which are supposed to be worth at least a couple bucks to begin with, with which we might get completely mashed and do crazy shit with our closest of friends and relations? Why the hell not? Better us than the government, I say.
Exams coming up. Need to make this cold fuck off. I'll never be able to think clearly with the haze of sickness clouding my judgement. My head's lolling from side to side. i'm not sure anymore if it's from the sickness or the drugs. Not like it matters, one or the other is going to put me to sleep very...very soon. A thickness in the back of my eyes. Sinus pressure build-up. It's going to be one of those fucking nose colds I hate so much, where your nose runs like a marathon and no amount of medicine will get to it in time to stop it. Reason takes hold. I'm off to bed.
This seems like a good spot for a new paragraph. for those who didn't clue in from the pill comment, I'm sick. I obviously didn't pop nighttime pills looking for an exuberant high, now did I? For from it, I needed something to bring me down. This cold is killing me, and I need rest. Taking the daytime, non-drowsy shit would have been a waste of non-drowsy pharmecuticals.
My ads finally work, by the way, I should mention this while I'm conscious enough to remember. Click away and sign up for free bullshit, you're making me money everytime to do. Show those bastards that we can do what we want, and they can damn well pay us for it! Why the hell not? Have we not done enough to warrant a little reward for the stress of everyday life in which we are immersed every single day of our very short, and too short, might I add, lives? Should we not be gifted with a small token of appreciation for our contributions, which are supposed to be worth at least a couple bucks to begin with, with which we might get completely mashed and do crazy shit with our closest of friends and relations? Why the hell not? Better us than the government, I say.
Exams coming up. Need to make this cold fuck off. I'll never be able to think clearly with the haze of sickness clouding my judgement. My head's lolling from side to side. i'm not sure anymore if it's from the sickness or the drugs. Not like it matters, one or the other is going to put me to sleep very...very soon. A thickness in the back of my eyes. Sinus pressure build-up. It's going to be one of those fucking nose colds I hate so much, where your nose runs like a marathon and no amount of medicine will get to it in time to stop it. Reason takes hold. I'm off to bed.
posted by Brad Butland at 10:01 PM
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