fever visions

sweet merciful crap. i'm getting ready to stab my tonsils with a red hot poker. i'm sick again with tonsillitis and it will hopefully be the last time. i'm gonna get them removed and eat lots of ice ream. do they still do that? i heard it was a myth. last night i kept sweating profusely. i had to change my shirt twice. i stumbled through the dark and peed a bunch of times. i think this is the only time when it's not good to live alone.

this morning i drove to the pharmacy to pick up some Vicodin and got nauseous on the way. i stopped at a light and threw up in my mouth and swallowed it. then i pulled into a park and put my hands around a trash can. my hair was all screwy and i was wearing my pajamas so i probably looked homeless. a bum came up to me and gave me a cheerful hello and i responded with a tremendous puke into the trash can. he laughed and walked away.

that's my story for today. now if you'll excuse me i'm gonna go lay down and punch myself repeatedly on the dick.