I've noticed a disturbing trend today. I'm taking sudafed (with pseudoephedrine) for my virus or whatever it is. The box says I can take it safely every four hours. Today, like clockwork, I start to feel like absolute shit about every 3 and a half hours. What gives? Did I get the batch they skimped on, or is my body just eating the shit up? Or are the viruses (plural of virus? viri?) just stronger than anticipated by ye-ol-pharmaceutical company?

any way you look at it I'm getting the short end of the stick.

Big news today: I bought a humidifier. It glows in the dark!

The doctor said I have an "upper respiratory viral infection." and that he can do nothing for me. I'm suppose to drink lots of fluids.

I'm finding more faults with Mozilla. There are weird form posting problems. Simmilar problems to the ones IE has on OSX, actually (and this is Mozilla for Win98)

I can't think about anything for very long. I've been playing lots of Final Fantasy X and Dynasty Warrriors 3. Also, today I bought Tony Hawk 3, for only $25 at blockbuster (previously viewed). I was pretty excited about that. Well, as excited as I can be when it hurts to just exist.

OK, enough self-pitty.

wow. I hadn't thought it was possible to write such drivel! I have soared to another literary plane with that jumbled account of nothingness. I'll blame the fever. I've been terribly terribly sick these last three days or so (isn't everyone). I haven't puked yet, but I've done the whole standing in the bathroom looking at the toilet like its filth-ridden bowl might suddenly be your best friend thing. I hate that. But it hasn't really been a "puking sort" of flu. It's more sinus related, I think. I may or may not have an infection. I'm going to try and squeeze myself into some clinic tomorrow when I wake up.

Just about all I've done the last two days is play video games, read this (so far) awesome book, and occasionally check my email. Occasionally is one of those words I seem to always misspell. I never know wheether there are two 'c's, or two 's's. Speaking of misspellings, I thought for a second there that I was misspelling "misspell" because it just looks wrong to me for some reason with those two 's'es in there. so I looked it up, and it seems webster's has both spellings. Of course, mispell (one s) is just a refference to misspell with two. Fascinating.

ok, I'm going to try and sleep now. It's been almost pointless these last two days, but maybe I'll be able to get a few good hours in...

Midnight houses all mannor of thoughts
creeping like edgy spiders into the whitespaces of your mind.
Sleep, the white web's tickling tendril--
a trailing edge of symetrical dream-apocalypses.

Every night I fail to sleep a little longer
breathing life into darkened bedroom corners,
wearing covers and insomnia.

This page cannot be fucking displayed.

of course, I found this (again) on blogdex, so I'm just echo-ing another popular link...

more poetry, less trite bullshit. Who cares that I bought groceries today?

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Gnawing on a string of midnight;
anger is omniverous.

I'll grease metal silver-cloud-linings, trying
to slide down some unsuspecting constelation;
a star-spangled banister-rider,
banging eye-sores with tear-drips from the sky's lips.
Luna never sang so sweet
her concave crater-stains smiling sweetly at me
or grinning greedily at me.
Is the moon fuzzy like a peach?

Trying to turn over a new emotion-leaf.

Rubbing brain-elbows with eucalyptus leaves;
soaking myself in the star-light's-echinacea-tea.
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I didn't even look out the window. I'd probably only see light polution anyway.

oh wow. I forgot I posted that. rather disgusting, isn't it?

Final Fantasy X is not only beautiful, but it's terribly addicting too... I've found myself talking strategy over ICQ with friends while I'm at work, then leaving early just to play... (ok, so work is slow, and it was only an hour early.)

I bought groceries today. Then I tried to sign up for SimonDelivers.com but they're not accepting customers in appartment buildings. Typical.