Alke-seltzer Cold makes me retarded.
did. not. do. a. thing. today.
Yes I am still sick, so safely, I tucked myself into movies, thank you sarah, and dinner thank you brooke. and more sleep.
Blurry sleeps later.
My head is cotton, Simon is carrying me around in his mouth, and I can't blink because I have two black plastic eye balls, pink fur and someone keeps calling me baby.
Have I mentioned my brain? because it’s dead.
Went into the awful food store called Safeway, the one I hate going to, to buy some juice and there were all these deals.
A Safeway Club Card swipe later and I've just bought two huge pepperoni pizzas 2for$7.99, FIVE Tropicana frozen concentrate juices, 5for$5.99 and two fucking Mrs. Smith's Pumpkin Pies! 2for$5
Punch and Pie!!
I'm standing in line, with yes, the lesbians. why? because it's Friday, I couldn't ask for more. and oh yes "I couldn't help but notice, that you too, or I should say you two, turned down the evening with the Indigo Girls, how lovely, would you care for some punch and pie?"
Drink your juice, and don't say a word
I can justify this grocery list.
I say to myself getting into the car. For me this is the parental discussion between the thrifty, "what happened to buy your damn OJ" and the other even more rational, the "I've been sick for a week, who knows when I'll ever go out again, I need provisions."
Being this sick for so long is really weird. It's when the voices in my head just come right out, sit down at the breakfast table, pour themselves a cup of coffee and chat away. There I sit. In my sweat pants, pony tail; sleep in my eyes, Alka-drugged and really big slippers, listening to the conversations.
Me: I hear music where is that music coming from
Me: yeah, it sounds like a piano, but I don't the tune, what is it?
Me: make it stop.
Me: I have to pee
Me: it reminds me of this one time, when I was in Greece...
Me: SHUT-UP!
Me: It's the Rocopolco Latin disco next door.
Me: ohhh.
Me: It's kind of nice
Me: um, I have to pee