June 13, 2006

Drugs

Today was Root Canal Day. After almost recovering completely Still ailing from whatever was making me cough my lungs right out of my chest for the last five days, I sat in the dentist's chair after postponing the procedure on three separate occasions. Why postpone it again ... already feeling shitty.

So, I wake up from a ghoulish nightmare that I dare not ask my blog analyst to interpret for fear she may say that I am one of the undead, and the Indians lose to the fucking Yankees 1-0, without even pinch running for Hafner in the ninth ... talk about nightmares.

Then I turn on the NBA game and fall asleep again. I don't know if this was real. I think I was awake ... some kind of little cartoon bodies with big Clay-mation heads, I think ... I'm not really sure ... I don't know what they were doing ... Fuck ... I feel like Samuel Taylor Coleridge -- nobody will fucking believe this.

Miami is winning ... finally. I'm letting myself succumb to darling Miss Emma.

Posted by Bill at June 13, 2006 10:33 PM
Comments

Oh my Bill; I sure hope you get to feeling better soon! Sounds like you've had a shitty week of it. God love ya, FEEL BETTER! Trace

Posted by: Trace at June 13, 2006 10:38 PM

Just warn me if you feel an oncoming visitation from EA Poe...

Posted by: Cowtown Pattie at June 16, 2006 10:52 AM