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| 2004-06-03 || "God bless pot in a legal pill form" | ||
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Hearing: "Georgia On A Fast Train" Matt Lindahl Wonderful news! No, I have not miraculously healed from my horrible mystery illness but I have found out that Ambien actually does induce hallucinations and is also known to cause long bouts of rambling before one actually knocks the hell out. This can include "long, grandiose philosophical statements, hallucinations and conversation with inanimate objects such as stuffed animals, pillows, the wall..." I knew I loved that shit. To my knowledge, I have not talked to my stuffed animals or the wall but I have laid for there about fifteen minutes talking about how fucked up society is and why I shouldn't make dinner the next day. God bless pot in a legal pill form. The other good news is that Brad Paisley is going to be at the county fair in July and tickets are only eight bucks. I will be letting work know tonight that I can't work that evening and I need to switch hours/days. Supposedly if we give them two weeks notice, we can practically alter our whole schedule so that's promising. Mostly because I also want to go see the Nashville Star concert in Mundelien around my birthday and there's always other events and attractions I may want to check out. No, I'm not talking about the dog show in July but since you asked... Work is going okay outside of the cough which seems to make even more people want to hang up on me. However, I did better yesterday than I have thus far, surpassing the set goal of two sales by making five before I got sent home because I looked like I was "ready to die any second now". My supervisor said he wouldn't dock any hours because there's a bunch of people that leave for a bus a half hour before the shift is supposed to end and they still get paid for that half hour they aren't there so he was just going to say that I went on the bus. I drove home and we ran to the grocery store for some hamburger meat that was on sale, then back home to eat a burger before hitting the hay. Breathing is getting harder and harder to do and I getting red spots on my chest. Oh joy. I'm going to go throw some laundry in and start working on dinner. |
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