dead

So after a fitful night of tossing and turning and fever dreams, I woke up with a swollen throat and a bad case of the chills. Damn you public transportation. Also, I am the victim of either a scratched cornea or an eye infection and need to find an optometrist pronto. My body has hit the wall. The past three weeks of poor eating and constant running have worn me down. My skin is clammy and my head is pounding. Hopefully I will be better for the Monday morning commute. Gosh I sound middle-aged.

Next time I will have more to say, but for now, I'm going to go pass out on the bathroom floor where it's nice and cool and I don't have to do anything but lead my own pity party.

Side note: I stumbled downstairs and found a tv and started watching VH1 Classics for a couple hours. Something about that channel makes me happy. Maybe its the fact that Goerge Harrison is alive again?? Again with the friggin nostalgia. I'm afraid that will be the cause of my imminent ruin.

Nearing death H.