You know, I was thinking of making an FRCF.txt Twitter account, in the style of Fanfiction_txt, Reddit_txt, and Goons_txt. There's probably some good contented, if I mined for it...
Breakfast today was a cigarette and three cups of coffee.
Everything a dying soul needs.
It was fantastic. I rolled my own cigarette from a custom blend and drank the coffee within an hour. I feel like a billion dollars and I really want to hold a beautiful lady.
I'm having a weird cluster of symptoms and I'm worried that I've fucked my adrenal system by self-administering/tapering Prednisone (without consulting my doctor) to deal with a Crohn's flare for which I've no PTO left to deal with. I've had vertigo and really strange headaches for almost a week now. My head feels "full" and while I'm not falling down, the world seems to be rocking.
On top of that, every time I swallow food or drink, some portion of it ends up in my larynx, so something's up with my epiglottis or something. I'm coughing up chewed bits of food. Swallowing issues are things that hospice patients have.
I'm getting a bit paranoid about all this... no PTO until January. I'm pretty sure I can't wait until then to go see my GP.
I have somehow managed to go my whole life without seeing a washing machine with the front-load door. Y'know, the ones where you can watch your clothes spin. I thought that design was reserved for dryers, only. So now my clothes are washing for the second time, and I don't have the cash to dry them when they get out. #breakingdawn
And now I'm facing this inevitable bother: The key that starts my car doesn't unlock the door for whatever reason, so the little remote control thing is all I've had. It's been less-than-reliable recently, taking upwards of a whole minute to respond. I've been standing outside trying to unlock my car for the last half an hour.
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Conservative PAC tries to woo youth with hilarious anti-immigration rap...
I can't believe that something like this can still exist.
Hmm...
Yeah, Omar. I can eat bread. It's so delicious.
On top of that, every time I swallow food or drink, some portion of it ends up in my larynx, so something's up with my epiglottis or something. I'm coughing up chewed bits of food. Swallowing issues are things that hospice patients have.
I'm getting a bit paranoid about all this... no PTO until January. I'm pretty sure I can't wait until then to go see my GP.
Fuck.