rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,


So both of my lungs are still in their accustomed places, and I'm not dead. Well, maybe I'll die tonight. I certainly hope so, if not being dead means feeling tomorrow the way I've felt today. I've got that thing with my ears where I can hear any sounds I make from the inside instead of outside. Hard to explain, but I don't like it. Every time I breathe it sounds like a dog is growling inside my ears. My sinuses are trying to crush my brain, or what's left of it, and my throat feels so dry a camel would probably refuse to cross it. I'm pretty sure I had weird dreams all night/morning, but I don't remember any details of them.

Damned Google has been following me around (or maybe it's Fascesbook, or maybe both of them) reading everything I write, since I can't open a web page with advertising on it without seeing an ad for some medication for colds or flu. Well, it's an ill wind that blows no one good, I suppose, and at least somebody is happy that I'm sick. Fat lot of good it will do them, though, since I won't be buying any of that crap. I'm going to stick to the alcohol. If nothing else, it got me to sleep last night. I hope it works again tonight.

I've got one glass of orange juice left. There's still some grapefruit juice, but it's kind of strong for breakfast. I've been out of donuts for days, but I found a box of something called granola cups, which have an almond butter in them and aren't too bad, in so far as I can taste them. I'd rather have the donuts though. I doubt I'll be able to get to a store for either juice or donuts tomorrow, and I'm probably going to miss the Goodwill store's half price sale. It is really, really cold outside. My ribs ache from coughing. I'm just not good at being sick. Not at all.

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