words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup • they slither while they pass • they slip away across the universe • pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind • possessing and caressing me
Friday, August 17, 2007
I have strep throat. I had to go to the hospital yet again (darn doctors who don't take walk-ins), but this time, I got a very painful injection that made me want to throw up all over the emergency room and then eventually displace another patient from her room so I could lie down. Yeah.