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| I'm not lying, when I say that I can't make this shit up. |
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Snoop Dogg (should start at 2:26 automatically)
Last night was terrible. I was unable to get into a decent position so that I could get some sleep. Being congested fucked with consistent breathing, moreover, when I was able to get into a good position, my knee started to hurt terribly. It took me over five hours to get 5 hours of sleep. Albeit most of that sleep was interrupted due to chest and knee pain. So far, I'm slowly feeling like I'm getting better, but now my nose is getting out of control. There's as much discharge as there are from whores in Australia. Crickey!
Nightmares reoccur occasionally, and my last major one was Sunday morning. My drinking has been cut down to nothing, mainly because I can't afford it and because some of my other objectives, goals, and (wet-)dreams are more important.
I was reminded again today of a short story that pissed me off, and maybe it's because of the above mentioned nightmares.
It's called "Suigetsu." A short story by Kawabata Yasunari. At some point in the story the narrator reflecting on her first husband, before his death due to TB (Total-Bitch syndrome), is told by her second husband that,
Frankly speaking, I suppose what irritates me about being sick is that I know when I'm sick I can't pay attention to new instruction sometimes. Other things, yes, such as observational skills when mentally assessing something function slightly slower than normal, or at the same pace, but being patient enough to watch someone's mannerisms and wonder if they're okay, or taking time to acknowledge that is something is difficult when I'm sick.
Sharp and constant pain almost encourages zero patience when my knee is hurting to the max (see volume set to 11). Of course, I may appear callous and probably am, but I am more concerned with helping that person off the ground than letting them lie there. Talking to them about why they are on the ground, while they are still there is for counselors and people with no dicks or balls. This doesn't mean, though it might imply, that I ignore what put them there on the ground. Absolutely not, I would or have, always pulled people up eagerly in my dick-ish-way telling them how they failed as I stand them up. Of course, I can't stand anyone up, even myself if they are unwilling or unable. I know this well, as I have PVNS.
I can say that my bravery to face PVNS and still smile says at least something... If I had a theme song, it would reluctantly be Brave Sir Robin's
Now that I'm sick and the day is through,
I'm going to lie down and dream of the blue,
crack rocks, and music of French porno (URL) flicks*,
Making me think about why I'm sick.
*(NSFW, start at 57minutes)
Nightmares reoccur occasionally, and my last major one was Sunday morning. My drinking has been cut down to nothing, mainly because I can't afford it and because some of my other objectives, goals, and (wet-)dreams are more important.
I was reminded again today of a short story that pissed me off, and maybe it's because of the above mentioned nightmares.
It's called "Suigetsu." A short story by Kawabata Yasunari. At some point in the story the narrator reflecting on her first husband, before his death due to TB (Total-Bitch syndrome), is told by her second husband that,
"Healthy love is something that only exists in healthy people".Sounds like she married a total asshole. Too bad for her previous husband, obviously he wasn't cool enough to fight TB and live. Interestingly enough, my lungs make me feel as if I'm suffering in the same manner... But I digress.
Frankly speaking, I suppose what irritates me about being sick is that I know when I'm sick I can't pay attention to new instruction sometimes. Other things, yes, such as observational skills when mentally assessing something function slightly slower than normal, or at the same pace, but being patient enough to watch someone's mannerisms and wonder if they're okay, or taking time to acknowledge that is something is difficult when I'm sick.
Sharp and constant pain almost encourages zero patience when my knee is hurting to the max (see volume set to 11). Of course, I may appear callous and probably am, but I am more concerned with helping that person off the ground than letting them lie there. Talking to them about why they are on the ground, while they are still there is for counselors and people with no dicks or balls. This doesn't mean, though it might imply, that I ignore what put them there on the ground. Absolutely not, I would or have, always pulled people up eagerly in my dick-ish-way telling them how they failed as I stand them up. Of course, I can't stand anyone up, even myself if they are unwilling or unable. I know this well, as I have PVNS.
I can say that my bravery to face PVNS and still smile says at least something... If I had a theme song, it would reluctantly be Brave Sir Robin's
Now that I'm sick and the day is through,
I'm going to lie down and dream of the blue,
crack rocks, and music of French porno (URL) flicks*,
Making me think about why I'm sick.
*(NSFW, start at 57minutes)
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