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Its thursday night and your sick for the first time this year. Your listening to what your feeble websearch gave you on The Drums while eating Lucky Country soft black licorice in between pints of water. In the cupboard lurks a can of double noodle chicken soup you bought for your then girlfriend two years ago, you know you need to eat it but you hate soup just like you hate milk, sour cream, mayonaise and idiots. Maybe you want to go to the store to pick up garlic bread instead, maybe you should. Your snowboards are at the shop getting waxed, your motorhome is getting gutted in preparation for your stainless steel campaign and the coming Winter. Your bankbook is fucked and you know better than getting into the Absinthe or vodka thats whispering your name from the bar across the room, after all…your sick. Really its not a good day, this deathmarch in your throat began @ 4:30 this morning but you told yourself it was the cravings for cigs and it would go away. Nevermind you havent had a cig in months….
Its just that now, your sick.

Unless I decide to use this hellhole as a platform for directing my anger at this affliction its going to be pretty quiet around here for a few days.
Now: wheres’ those pretty pills…