Today's the big day. I even dreamed about it last night. I get to see my favorite psychiatrist in the world. He's so special to me that I'm paying $50 for a session that's probably going to last all of 2 minutes. I'm just going for a consultation. I have to keep telling myself that because otherwise I'll get attached and wind up spending all ( Read more... )

I don't feel too hot ( Read more... )

I'm mad at myself because I did something really stupid with the car insurance dealie. But hey, at least it's done ( Read more... )

I woke up this morning feel like somebody bashed my face in. Slowly that feeling crept down through my whole entire body. Right now, it's centered in my back. I see the doctor tomorrow around 3pm. We'll see how things go. I have to fix up some kind of insurance situation, cause I got a letter from the DMV and they're aware of my lack of ( Read more... )

I woke up last night arould 3am to the lovely sensation of shingles-blisters-goo dripping down my face. When these things fester, they motherfucking FESTER! So yeah, that's um, gross. I'm lonely, but strangely no one wants to hang out with me...hmm...could it be the leaking blisters on my face? Maybe ( Read more... )

I didn't go to the opthamology clinic because I was in too much pain to sit there. I'm in a lot of pain sitting here now ( Read more... )

So I had daddy bring me home garlic knots.  They were overcooked.  In the mail, I received a notice saying that my car insurance was cancelled as of the 7th of February, but a payment of $33 isn't due until March 9th?  Makes no sense.  I'll try to figure it out tomorrow at some point.  After my lovely stay in the waiting room of Vassar's ( Read more... )

I should be on the couch with heat or cold on my head to reduce the swelling of these gross things living on my face. But instead, I'm sitting here looking on eBay. This blows ( Read more... )

So the pimples on my face aren't pimples at all.

I have motherfucking SHINGLES.

I don't want to write anymore because I don't feel well.

Fuck shingles. Shingles is for old people.

The pimples took over my face. Seriously. Shaun has to get up soon so I can bring him to work, go to therapy, and then to my doctor because my whole fucking face is swollen and grandma thinks it's infected. But really, what could be more fun than having your face infected? I can't think of anything ( Read more... )