After posting this here, I'm going to copy and paste it to the "Fuck That Shit" club on thefacebook.com.
Ok, remember how I got the black plague last year? And by black plague, I mean the flu? Dying a slow painful death would have been more merciful. Well, I swore then that I'd get the flu shot from now on. Then the immortal genius that is America put all their eggs in one basket and we ended up with the flu shot shortage and - you guessed it - yours truly ends up with the flu again this year, on Valentine's Day no less. This day is cursed. Fuck that shit.
To be completely fair, my dad says I have "Para-flu" or something to that effect - basically a prologue to the real thing, that'll come later this year. So it's not as bad as last year, but my back feels like I had an SUV back up over it a few times, and I think my lungs are getting tired of attempting to continue breathing. Meh. All this hit yesterday when I was with Jacob. So we spent our day together with me lying around in pain in his bed, and him feeding me soup. *sigh* Today hasn't been much different. I imagine tomorrow won't be either.
The good news is that in the mail today I got both the Stiches single AND my copy of The Birthday Massacre's Violet Digipack, all the way from Germany. Definately glad I got this - I should have ordered a few extra copies for distro later on. Oh well.
I also got my final bill from the dentist, for everything insurance stopped paying for. Meh.
Overall things haven't been bad. Got a chance to call Fluffy for a few minutes the other night before I went to Blacksburg. Then me and Jacob and Mike all went to the Cellar for Mike's birthday, then afterwards went browsing through the music stores. Surprisingly enough, our friend Jack is now working at one of them, so I immediately mentioned that Jacob would like a job there this summer, lmao! I want to keep my boy nearby, you know? :-)
Ok, remember how I got the black plague last year? And by black plague, I mean the flu? Dying a slow painful death would have been more merciful. Well, I swore then that I'd get the flu shot from now on. Then the immortal genius that is America put all their eggs in one basket and we ended up with the flu shot shortage and - you guessed it - yours truly ends up with the flu again this year, on Valentine's Day no less. This day is cursed. Fuck that shit.
To be completely fair, my dad says I have "Para-flu" or something to that effect - basically a prologue to the real thing, that'll come later this year. So it's not as bad as last year, but my back feels like I had an SUV back up over it a few times, and I think my lungs are getting tired of attempting to continue breathing. Meh. All this hit yesterday when I was with Jacob. So we spent our day together with me lying around in pain in his bed, and him feeding me soup. *sigh* Today hasn't been much different. I imagine tomorrow won't be either.
The good news is that in the mail today I got both the Stiches single AND my copy of The Birthday Massacre's Violet Digipack, all the way from Germany. Definately glad I got this - I should have ordered a few extra copies for distro later on. Oh well.
I also got my final bill from the dentist, for everything insurance stopped paying for. Meh.
Overall things haven't been bad. Got a chance to call Fluffy for a few minutes the other night before I went to Blacksburg. Then me and Jacob and Mike all went to the Cellar for Mike's birthday, then afterwards went browsing through the music stores. Surprisingly enough, our friend Jack is now working at one of them, so I immediately mentioned that Jacob would like a job there this summer, lmao! I want to keep my boy nearby, you know? :-)
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