i am so sick of being sick. i’m glad it’s grey out and probably going to rain soon. bitches. last nite making chicken explosion lasagna i went to take it out of the oven and i turned it upside down on the oven door and said HELP ME HELP ME and fil ran over and got all huffy then i got huffy for him being mad at me for almost destroying everything so i slammed the bathroom door and blew my nose and clipped my toenails and then we ate the chicken whatever and watched the yes men while fil kept unzipping my pants pocket and unbuttoning the other two pockets and i went mentally insane over him doing this.

THEY’RE NOT MEANT TO BE UNBUTTONED!

he is also sick so we’re basically taking turns pissing each other off.

i feel like i am dying. i have chills all over my body and especially in my head. i feel like a miserable old troll who can’t go out on the hottest day yet. arg. i just took some cold fx, lets see if don cherry is full of shit.

i stood outside for a minute to see how warm it was and had an explosion of headache and allergy sinus whatever hit me all at once so now i am hiding in the closet and if i ever drink robitussin again i will vomit. everytime i sneeze it feels like blood is going to shoot out of my nose and ears and scalp. i sat in the tub and felt like i was morphing through time and i guess i fell asleep because the water was black and cold and i meant to write a short story but i thought about throwing tennis balls instead.

Jamie says:

I bought a pack of ten ISBN numbers

Jamie says:

if you ever want to use one

raymi says:

woah sweet

raymi says:

how much did they cost

Jamie says:

well, ten was the minimum you could buy

Jamie says:

it was about 200 bucks for ten

Jamie says:

something like that

raymi says:

woah spendorama

Jamie says:

plus some kind of processing fee — 25 dollars or something

Jamie says:

yeah, i splurged

Jamie says:

and i might not ever wind up using them

Jamie says:

we’ll see

raymi says:

so now that u have them u can publish absolutely anything u want right

Jamie says:

yeah

Jamie says:

i mean, i could publish anything i wanted to anyway — but now they can be sold in bookstores and such

Jamie says:

listed on amazon, etc

raymi says:

no i mean u could publish a book full of unintelligible crap

Jamie says:

yeah

Jamie says:

is that what you’re plannning to do?

Jamie says:

i already made one of those myself

raymi says:

well its pretty much what i am doing already right

Jamie says:

i will be your publisher

Jamie says:

i should probably head into work

Jamie says:

and lollygag along the way, since it’s so pretty outside

Jamie says:

maybe i’ll buy an ice cream

raymi says:

thats what old men do

Jamie says:

yep

Jamie says:

actually what old men REALLY like to do, is buy ice creams for young girls

raymi says:

ew pervy

worst sleep ever last nite.

i had a mini-dream that i could throw tennis balls majorly fast and hard and far, like that loser kid in rookie of the year and so i was on a tennis court chucking tennis balls for hours.

pretty much the coolest dream yet.

yesterday at the liquor store there was this fat bald guy with a cane who was sweating profusely and the liquor store merchant said, oh is it raining out? and fat sweaty guy says no, i was just rushing here before you guys closed and meanwhile his retarded lady companion is counting out her money as slow as she possibly can and looking at every coin individually and the fat sweaty guy has taken the booze and walked to the other side of the store before the transaction was even finished.

i hate people so much sometimes.