For those of you who read my last post (Which I now know at least one did, whattsup Lucien?) I missed Sheila's funeral. I know, I know, it's basically all I've been talking about the past week, but shit came up. Namely, everything in my stomach. That's right I got so fucking sick. I was puking up stuff I don't even remember eating, my head felt like the bass to Deadmau5 song, and my nose kept spouting blood at random times. SO, despite my protests, Alex tucked me in bed, doped me up on Benadryl and Tylenol, and left for the cemetary. Meanwhile, I stayed home and tried not to die, which was much harder than it sounds. I mostly spent the day sleeping. Speaking of which, never sleep shen you're on that many drugs. You get some really freakyass dreams. Like, for instance, I kept having one where I'm being pulled underwater by my legs, and I keep trying to scream, but I can't. Next thing I know I'm waking up, and my nose is bleeding. Just wierd shit. I'm still not feeling much better, but I'm well enough to type something up here, to prove to the world that I haven;t died. Yet.
In other news, I got a call from work today. It was my boss, da Fuhrer. He was getting on to me about having shit delivered to work. Said that if I wanted my pornos, then I could get em at my place like everyone else, instead of at work where everyone can see them. I honestly have no idea what he's talking about, and I really didn't get much of a chance to ask. So I've got something to look forward to when I get back. When that is who knows.
I've decided something as well. The minute I'm back on my feet, I'm going with Alex down to see Sheila's grave. The three of us go way back, and even though things ended the way they did, We still had a lot between us. It just wouldn't be right not to say goodbye for the last time. I guess then I could finally get on to that whole "redemption" thing I made this blog for.
Oh hey, gotta go, Alex just made me some soup, so I'm gonna go see if this one stays down better then the las 5. I'll try and post something after I'm feeling better. Night guys.
It would definitely be a good thing to go visit Sheila's grave when you can. As for the "pornos" that your boss says were delivered to your job, perhaps it's a good idea to look into them: what they are, where they came from, etc...
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Oooh, sounds like a nasty stomach flu coupled with... damn... I don't know... random nose bleeds are kind of a weird thing to get with that...
ReplyDeletehuh... I second what Lucien said, check into those "pornos." It might be that packages are coming in and your boss is just being an ass and saying they're pornos, when they're really something else entirely.
Yeah, I'd definitely go to her grave, especially since you missed the funeral, and you obviously cared about her a lot.
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Yeah, I have a hunch that those pornos are something from my grandpa back in Texas. He's a bit senile, and he probably thought that my work WAS my apartment. As for it being porn, I didn't order anything (I'm more of a "surf-the-internet-at-three-in-the-morning kind of guy) But if something did happen to find it's way to me, then, hell I'll take it... unless it's some really wierd shit. Then I'll give it to Alex for his birthday.
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