Doxie Proxy

Dissection.

Feeling too introspective tonight to write online. Going to hit up the paper journal.

*Moan*

…and not in a good way. *snort* *hack* *wheeze*

I am so freakin’ sick. OMG.

I have a doctor’s appointment in the morning, and this will make the first time I’ve ever missed a full week of work because of being sick. (I mean other than scheduled, vacation-esque things.)

I am hacking so bad I can barely talk, and my throat feels like a flaming, gushing hoard of lava (HA! I first wrote “Horde”. If you play WoW, you’ll find that funny.) Anyway.. oh yes, gushing hoard of lava demons is slip-sliding away along my tonsils. My ears are so stopped up and I worry that I’ve been deafening people because I can barely hear myself - though… now that I think about it, I can barely talk above a whisper so WTH am I worried about? Have I mentioned that I just took my first dose of that great c0deine cough syrup stuff that I hear so much about? (pun) - Seriously.. I must have given it to people at least a few hundred times, but tonight’s my first experience with it, and I am just about cross-eyed. Please, God, let me get some sleep tonight.

New puter? Check.

Finally home with the Mister, whom I adore? Check.

Abigail doing better? Check.

Parents doing OK? Check.

Wow.. I am rambling. GOing to check this tomorrow, when I’m hopefully not on narc0tics. Or whatever.

On a side note that is probably only funny to myself, Mister, and the handful of gamers we hang with, I have decided that my diagnosis is ASS, because that’s what I feel like. Ass. In leet-speak, it’d be ICD-9 Code 455.00. HAH!

Oh, hell.. what is that code, for real?

OMGROTFL!! It’s hemorrhoids! LMAO!

Dear God, lemme go to bed before I laugh myself into an ashtma attack. Ashtma. @#$!@#$ asthma. There you go. Hah. KNew i could do it.

Code1ne sucks.