I have a cold

[_deviousxcunt_]

Yep. That's like, the icing on the cake. I stop fearing for my life and I get a horrible head...blargh thing. I don't know what it is, or how I got it. Just that my ears and throat and nose hate me, I have a headache, and it's hard to talk. So I'm typing. Wheee

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Poor baby

[siritalis]

It may not necessarily be a cold, but rather sinuses and shit being retarded from the sudden change in pressure and atmosphere.
I know how you feel. I finally got through last night right before I went to sleep and left a message, but he probably won't even be able to check his messages because the lines are so gimp. *shrug*
My mom's cell is 599-1327, and she can give you the numbers for up here if you need them, and that one I called from is my grandma's cell, which is also a good bet. Love you, stay safe, and I'll try to call tonight even though it may not work.

Re: Poor baby

[_deviousxcunt_]

Love you too, I'll be fine. The storm surge from the ocean won't even go over Seawall (where I am); the houses on the bay, westend and extreme eastend are pretty fucked, though. It feels like a cold, so I'm calling it a cold. I'm glad you got through. I think the reason Kyle hasn't called is because he thinks I'm in Austin and his brother's cell may not be functioning so far from Galveston. Oh well. I'll see him soon enough, unless his mother goes psycho-hoe. Which is likely. Silly meth-heads. Call me anyway. I'll appreciate the vocal company.

Re: Poor baby

[siritalis]

GWAH!