Confounded Accusations

I have a cold. Last night i went to bed around ten and woke up around ten the next morning, then i ate some oatmeal and went back to bed for another five hours before waking up to drink a milkshake and eat some chips so i could sleep for another four hours. Now, it's uhm now? Ya, my wife is at her dad's with Zelly and i'm all confused cause it's dark out and the last time i remeber it was light out and i'd just woken up.. Weird. Whatever, i want a cigarette really bad but i think that seeing as how i'm spewing up black lung crap that i prolly shouldn't. I might anyway.. So tomorrow is Thanksgiving. What a gay holiday, I'm just playing, Thanksgiving is kind of, kind of cool. My brother is in town, that's kind of cool. Maybe we can get a drink after dinner, i'll surely still be sick but i think that alcohol is good for germs? That's right isn't it? (Lola, do you still smoke?) For all my readers, the like four of you, Lola went back to Seattle and got her old job back, I guess to her Santa Rosa is really just a bad memory meant to be broomed under the rug and forgotten til the time comes that we have to deal with the shit that we put off til they just gotta get taken care of. Uhm, that's a hell of a run on sentence isn't it? It's tired in here. I think i'm gonna go and lay on the couch.. Oh, buy this record right now, RIGHT NOW. I swear, it's worth the loot, it's worth twice the loot that they charge for it. makes me feel shitty that I downloaded it. I'm totally an asshole.



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