What can I say? It honestly sucks shit.
Its like falling down, seeing bright red blood to proof to you that you are alive, having the scab form a protective layer over raw tender flesh, and then when it comes for the time for your partner to leave, *RIIIIIIP!!!* Some awful combination of circumstances will cause you to have yet another fall, and your comfortably healing skin will once more be brutally ripped open, spilling forth with blood and pus.
And to make matters worth, the lonely drive back from the airport over the ECP at the Shenton way area has a beau-ti-fooo sunrise. What kind of an asshole of a god, if there is such a concept, allows for such mockery!?? Yes I am outraged. And hopping mad. Not forgetting to mention, extremely sleepy.
Egg Mcmuffin from this morning's breakfast is doing intensive kick boxing in my stomach. Bitter tincture + probiotics + enzymes... Here i come. Looks like we're gonna be seeing alot more of each other, what with my crazy stomach of late.
Okay off to bed. And hopefully I start making money soon. Tentative travel plans for 2009 include a trip to Mexico perhaps sometime next June/July to cheer myself up. 9 months of an open wound with no travelling to distract is just inhumane. And hopefully to Italy for 2 weeks if not, a month in September.
For now, I am counting down the 11 weeks (77 days) to go before my damn open wound starts to heal again. Hopefully I find some great antiseptic heavy duty plaster to plug up this wide open gaping hole first. This way, no infection will set in, and come December 14, Dez shall be a happy girl once more!
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