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After reading this last night, I had a weird dream.
I saw some spots on my arms that look like the bubbles you get sometimes on a pizza. They were blackish. I peeled the skin off of one and there was a hole in my arm. Looking into the hole, I could see the bone. And maggots. I turned my arm and maggots started falling onto the floor. It sounded like someone spilt rice.
So what’s everyone having for supper?
Hmm… probably, now that you mention it. With the onion soup mix in it.
And we had some beers.
Until he turned into a dick, he was a pretty nice guy. Meg was sleepy so as soon as they got here, she took a nap.
Well, great, now that I know what MRSA is, I’m sure the next mark or bump
on my flesh will signify I have it.
I know too that despite every advance in medicine/bedside manners/drugs the one
thing I think of about doctors is that they used to tell people to stick leeches to their
flesh and they’d feel better. Or that the upset stomach was from a dwarf living under
a toadstool in their tummy.
As for the dreams — they arrive from moonbeams which can churn various fluids in
your body which allow for Satan to send you secret messages.
September 21st, 2006 at 12:53 pm
ick. Well, that kills wondering what to fix for lunch…
September 21st, 2006 at 2:25 pm
After reading this last night, I had a weird dream.
I saw some spots on my arms that look like the bubbles you get sometimes on a pizza. They were blackish. I peeled the skin off of one and there was a hole in my arm. Looking into the hole, I could see the bone. And maggots. I turned my arm and maggots started falling onto the floor. It sounded like someone spilt rice.
So what’s everyone having for supper?
September 21st, 2006 at 2:27 pm
Jesus, GAC, what’s with your dreams lately?
September 21st, 2006 at 2:33 pm
I also had one in which Jack and Meg White came over to the house for hamburgers. But then he was a dick and I asked him to leave.
September 21st, 2006 at 2:37 pm
Did he like the burgers?
September 21st, 2006 at 3:01 pm
Yeah, he friggin’ loved ‘em.
September 21st, 2006 at 3:03 pm
Were they J & M burgers?
September 21st, 2006 at 3:12 pm
Hmm… probably, now that you mention it. With the onion soup mix in it.
And we had some beers.
Until he turned into a dick, he was a pretty nice guy. Meg was sleepy so as soon as they got here, she took a nap.
September 22nd, 2006 at 7:32 am
Well, great, now that I know what MRSA is, I’m sure the next mark or bump
on my flesh will signify I have it.
I know too that despite every advance in medicine/bedside manners/drugs the one
thing I think of about doctors is that they used to tell people to stick leeches to their
flesh and they’d feel better. Or that the upset stomach was from a dwarf living under
a toadstool in their tummy.
As for the dreams — they arrive from moonbeams which can churn various fluids in
your body which allow for Satan to send you secret messages.