So I'm Wicked Sick Right Now
Was out yesterday and am back in today. I shouldn’t be, I’m still a walking petri dish.
So I picked up my well worn copy of Red Storm Rising the other day and decided to dive into it for like the 10th time. I’ve knocked back 500 pages or so in the past couple of days. It is by no means deep reading, but I think the sheer volume of reading plus the borderline dementia brought on by whatever exotic flu strain I’ve picked up has affected my brain. For the past two nights I’ve had crazy vivid dreams about 80s style WWIII scenarios. Fun stuff. I need to start reading something else if it’s going to affect my sleep like that. Maybe Penthouse Letters would work better.
Also: I took what was probably the best shit of my life this morning. It looked like a plaster cast of my large intestine. So proud. So very very proud.
