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Last Suppa

Here it is. Blogging once a week, whether I'm dirty or not.

News sucked today. Laundry is forever tainted. I see dead children. (I didn't link that on purpose, cuz if you don't know what the hell I'm talking about, you are better off.) Some people are really fucked up, and deserve cruel and unusual punishment. That's not whim speaking. I've felt that way for years. Why did the fathers have to be so damned level-headed?

I saw Karzai on Fox news today. Missed the story. I was too busy looking at the sleeves of his robe. Dangling limply to his sides, as the robe draped his shoulders. Sleeves four feet long. Oh, there's a reason, I'm sure of it, and I'm probably a retard for not knowing. But forgive me, for I cannot imagine it. Lord knows he can afford to be custom fitted.

This would be a test-run on the Lortab. Shit, I do Lortab like snot-tots do Tylenol. But this isn't just ANY Lortab. Naw, it's liquid. Meaning I can put it in a martini glass and swirl in some Citron. Just kidding! I didn't do that! Yet.

But I may tomorrow. Tonight was my last dinna for a while. The Lortab is in liquid form, so that I may get it down tomorrow, after my tonsils are sliced from my throat. I go in tomorrow morning, first thing. And so, I have exactly twelve minutes left to eat solid food.

I chose well. Twas a brownie.

This sounded like a much better idea two weeks ago when I made the appointment...

If you don't hear from me by say, Wednesday, I must really deserve some serious sympathy.

Update: Ouch. (I am up and around. My choices are severe pain straight up, or moderate pain a la daze. Yep, yep, no brainer. But I miss food already...)