You can see the fire perfectly from my balcony. It looks like its spreading quicky, but it might be an illusion.
Why, o why, couldn’t he have taken his kid to a Kings game? Oh, right. ‘Cuz they didn’t make the fucking playoffs again.
Wonder if I can afford to make it to Italy before this exhibit goes poof in September. =/
This was tonight’s “I’m still fucking sick and I hate my antibiotic” self-pity purchase.
It didn’t occur to me til just now that I bought a plague mask to cheer myself up while recovering from the plague.
Come ON, stupid sickness, go away.
Getting over acute bronchitis. Rough March so far. All this sucking has gotten me thinking about making the world suck a little less, which is one of the few ideas that makes me feel better when I’m running a fever, am half moved into a new house, and the sickness malaise starts to make me neurotic.
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