Yeah. I didn't think it was the latter either.

Okay. So who are you and when are you going to start stalking me? Because no ONE reads 33 pages and then 99 pages just for the hell of it.

Any way...
Here's something that irritates me at the moment: I was driving and I know I was thinking things and some of them were really poignant, but I'll be damned if I can just remember one thing, and the only reason this pisses me off is the fact that it was good writing material. And now is when I know I'm fully addicted to D*Land. Or just writing in general.

The major lack of updates is due in part to me having to really focus in school, and also to being completely drained from having my proverbial ass in a sling riding out the cold I just had.

It seems like I've been sick forever. Last month, and this I'm sure of because it was 4 days before my period, I had a stomach virus. Lovely time that was. This month, I, a.) got a horrible cough & b.) got my period 2 days into it. Once again I was besot by a festive time.

Coughs are a big thing for me. A few years ago, I coughed myself in to the emergancy room. One would think I had TB or something. In medical terms I had an "acute hemotoba". In other words: I broke all the blood vessels in my lower stomach coughing up my lungs and almost gave myself a hernia. What rushed me to the hospital was the basketball-sized bruise on my abdomen, radiating out like some strange Van Gogh flower, blue-black, maroon & purple, fading to greens and yellows at irregular egdes.

Pretty on a painted picture, not so pretty on my stomach.

It was scarry at the time, because after starting out with a blood test and a urine sample, the ER doctor paged 2 other doctors because he couldn't figure out what was wrong with me.

The third doctor took one look at me and gave me my diagnosis, with an attached comment that he's only seen that kind of brusing in sports injuries, namely football players. And I thought I has a special case of pretty colors on a flesh-based canvas.

I haven't had any kaleidoscope tanlines lately, but I'd rather not be showing technicolor flesh. Sepia tones will do just fine.

The point? If I'm sick, steer clear.

I'm not a happy person, and rather than whine about it here so I can re-read and reflect on how miserable I was, I save myself, and whomever stumbles across it, from reading horrible drivel on how much my life sucks because I feel like shit.

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(This is not smut, or porn and it is not always explict so don't be expecting anything)