Annoying Autobiographical Pause #567
Having felt all weirded out this week, I decided to throw myself back into the swing of things.
I realized yesterday that was not the greatest idea ever to come out of my cranium, so it appears a doctor's visit is in my near future.
Been having some, what's the word, discomfort. I am a lady of leisure, I don't like discomfort.
It pisses me off.
I don't know, but I'm swollen up like a rotting carcass (which I sort of feel like) and I guess I pushed it.
And nights are just uncomfortable.
And its irritating. So irritating that I won't to throw my hands in the air and scream.
But I'm going to take care of it tomorrow. This operation set me back a few tacos and Bass beers so I want it right.
And if I'm the problem, which is most probable, then I'll deal with that as well.
I'm dealing with the ghost of Edna, and she isn't very much like Casper, I assure you.
So, there's an annoying autobiographical pause.
The past three months have been odd, to say the least.