I am STILL down. Which is a huge bummer, because I had a week full of cool things to do. The weather has warmed up, and all I can do is look out the window at it. Taking a bath, which I need desperately, or even thinking about eating is way too much to get my head around. I am full of anti-symptom drugs. As for sex and rock and roll, I have no interest. THAT'S how sick I am.
Sick as a dog, cos you really ain't that young.
Thank you, Mister Tyler (sex and drugs and rock and roll icon that you are) for those all so true, yet non-comforting words.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
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