I'm still plagued by germs. *cough, sneeze*
Doc appointment yesterday. Gave me meds, drained my ears (Yay! I can hear again!) and after stopping by to turn in my paperwork and get my Cookie Monster sticker, Ma and I headed to the movies to see Just Wright. Cute movie. I'll edit this post to review it later. Right now, I just want this cold to go away and not come back.
Lala
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Sore Throat Number 239,122,123
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
That's the sound of me screaming. Well, attempting to scream since I have a very sore throat, a horrendous earache (including not being able to fully hear out of my right ear), and a extremely queasy stomach. [SIGH] I just want it to be over. I don't know about you, but I despise being sick. Who wants to feel ridiculous amounts of congestion, piercing headaches, waves of nausea, and a throat so red and swollen you can barely talk? Not me. I didn't realize it until late yesterday that it's my "time" to get sick. See, I have a wonderful immune system: I get sick once every two years. It comes in handy, having a predetermined sick period, and it allows for you to not schedule anything during that time. The last time my body felt this way was the week of May 30th, 2008. Or whenever the first SATC movie came out. I remember going to see the film, getting home at two-thirty in the morning, and waking up only to discover that my voice was gone and my throat was sore. Yeah, it wasn't pretty. I didn't have my voice for 5-7 days, and having to write down everything got tiring after the first, oh, page or so. My mother made an appointment for me to go to the doctor first thing in the morning, so we'll see how that goes. Oh, did I mention I dislike going to the doctor? Ho-hum.
That's the sound of me screaming. Well, attempting to scream since I have a very sore throat, a horrendous earache (including not being able to fully hear out of my right ear), and a extremely queasy stomach. [SIGH] I just want it to be over. I don't know about you, but I despise being sick. Who wants to feel ridiculous amounts of congestion, piercing headaches, waves of nausea, and a throat so red and swollen you can barely talk? Not me. I didn't realize it until late yesterday that it's my "time" to get sick. See, I have a wonderful immune system: I get sick once every two years. It comes in handy, having a predetermined sick period, and it allows for you to not schedule anything during that time. The last time my body felt this way was the week of May 30th, 2008. Or whenever the first SATC movie came out. I remember going to see the film, getting home at two-thirty in the morning, and waking up only to discover that my voice was gone and my throat was sore. Yeah, it wasn't pretty. I didn't have my voice for 5-7 days, and having to write down everything got tiring after the first, oh, page or so. My mother made an appointment for me to go to the doctor first thing in the morning, so we'll see how that goes. Oh, did I mention I dislike going to the doctor? Ho-hum.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Thinking Erotic Thoughts
I haven't written erotica since December and I don't know why chop it up to not "feeling some type of way." Wait. Scratch that. I have had sensual feelings residing within me, but poetry just hasn't manifested. My Mac is plagued with random lines that'll pop into my psyche and so I type them onto my "Poetry Fragments" document and leave it at that. Every now and then I visit the fragments and hope that inspiration hits so I can write. No such luck. I don't like saying I have writer's block because I don't believe in it. I'd rather say that the material just isn't ready to be written, and that's fine by me.
Oh yeah, I guess I should tell you this. All erotica (old and new poetry) will no longer be on this blog. It will be on a separate blog, http//:yourserotically.blogspot.com. It's still a work in progress so bare with me, please, and I promise will deliver poetry to you as it comes. No pun intended.
Lala
Monday, May 10, 2010
They Plague My Mind
Yes, they do.
They plague my mind and whisper in my ear throughout the day. Clutter, mental confusion; decorating my psyche with their taunting energy and insane wickedness. I hear them and I fail at quelling their call; I am unable to pacify their endless imploring.
Sigh.
Poetry fragments, why must you do this to me?
They plague my mind and whisper in my ear throughout the day. Clutter, mental confusion; decorating my psyche with their taunting energy and insane wickedness. I hear them and I fail at quelling their call; I am unable to pacify their endless imploring.
Sigh.
Poetry fragments, why must you do this to me?
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