Litany of the sick.

Wake up.

Drink the orange liquid.

Suck the blue pill

Wait four hours.

Drink the orange liquid.

Suck the blue pill.

Wait four hours.

Drink the orange liquid.

Suck the blue pill.

Take the white tablets.

Wait four hours.

Drink the orange liquid.

Suck the blue pill.

Wait four hours.

Drink the green liquid.

Sleep eight hours.

Wake up.

Repeat.

Cranky and irritable

Don't poke me right now, or you will pull back a bloody nub.

I really kind of want to hit someone right now.

I think I'm just frustrated with being sick and life in general.

And now it's time for my next dose of orange shit, but I think I'll take a dose of green shit instead and maybe I'll be able to go to bed early. Better than skimming ads on Craigslist and OKCupid and realizing that what I want, what I need, doesn't exist.

I'm pissed at myself for getting jack shit done today, which is unreasonable, because I feel like hammered ass, so I shouldn't have expected to get anything done. I am mad at myself for being unable to write things I want to write on demand and having them come out sounding anything but stilted and contrived. I wish when someone asked me to write something for them I would be able to do so, instead of saying I'll try and failing miserably.

I'm mad that I burned the pad of the fingertip of the middle finger on my right hand while trying to make myself a damn Cup O' Noodles for lunch and now it hurts.

I'm irritable and cranky and I think I should likely sequester myself.

G'Night, ya'll.