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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

being sick at Gish's house

a wish before dying
Originally uploaded by Abstract Magdalene.

A lack of sleep and the influx of prescription drugs has left my mind as mushy as a bowl of soft serve vanilla ice cream. Just not as tasty, I suppose.

My horoscope told me to to 'blog my feelings today'. I'm not sure how that is any different than any other day. I feel CRAPPY. I feel SICK. I cannot stop COUGHING.
There, done and done.

Yesterday, I felt well enough to grab some 10 dollar jeans at a local discount store. Of course, they are too big. But I don't have it in me to care. And they will be perfect for dog walking and other kinds of leisure activities I am supposed to be engaging in on the weekends.

I should also mention that I am trying to kill time until the second last Sopranos episode is on at 9, then I will really sink into the lower levels of consciousness with the help of Tylonel Cold and Flu Nightime formula. I'm hoping that it will help me sleep through the night without waking up to uncontrollable couching fits that last about half an hour, and still won't let me sleep afterwards.

I know, I know...If it weren't this, it would be something else. In any event, I have to go prepare my nest in the bedroom. So, aloha.

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