morgueville,heartland living.

things aren't looking very good on the surface area. my feet is still recovering from the horrible googunkcrap from the sinseh. it's drying up and looking eerily like eczema. having rashes all over my body. (there was one that looks suspiciously like a love bite residing on my neck. i wish it was. but no.) no idea why. having a terrible breakout on my cheeks and the jaws where i usually shave. it's like the face, seeing the conspicious damages other parts of the body had done to me, and momentarily decides to 'hey! if we can't beat 'em, join 'em!'. woke up decided it's high time to sterilize all things that come into contact with my skin.


had a bad night sleep. which i'm thankful for the lump in my throat and my increasingly tight air passage way, making me harder to breathe. (hey! the maroon five song of the same title is playing on my player now. hmmm.) kept waking up wondering if i may fall asleep and never wake up again. and then i wakes up finding myself in morgueville. (amy tan, tell me these aren't the symptoms of bronchitis. plus there's a slight taste of blood everytime i cough.) all in all, i am soothsaying a not very pleasant march holidays. oh again, i cannot emphasize enough, the non-existence of it all.


having sudden inclination to music from classninetyfive. like today's earwax: chaka khan - through the fire.
i feel old.