  Just in case you weren't aware: No one wants to listen to your music. No one especially doesn't want to listen to your music when it's a syncopated back rythmn pulsating through the floor/walls/ceiling. No one particularily wants to have this rythmn pulsating through her consciousness at, say 10am. Or, come to think of it, 5am. On repeat. So do no one a favor, and buy some fucking headphones before no one shoves your stereo equipment, cds, and nearby furniture up your ass.
Sideways. I think I may have an agression problem. Or maybe I'm an old, bitter bat, yelling at the damn kids to get off the lawn, and wondering why more people don't listen to music at a reasonable volume, or, for heaven's sake, read a bloody book, do a puzzle, or something quiet. The most popular boys in the world are really, really getting to me, to the point where Kurt's calling attention to my whines and foul language whenever i hear anything from those asshats. I think it began with the crap on repeat all night, hammering through my floor. Or, maybe it was when they pounded on their ceiling (my floor) for Kurt and Giraffe to be quiet after rocking the house all day long, and all the night previous.
Or maybe it's simply because it's bad, bad music, and they shamelessly listen to this audio fecal matter allllllllll the frigging time. Or like I said before, I could be bitter. (They are, after all, popular. ) Last of the blood tests came in, and i am offically disease free. Was shitting my pants over this last one; the doc and myself had the notion that i might have systemic lupus.
But no, no lupus. Evidently, she still wants me to go back for more tests after Christmas, because it's a tricky disease to diagnose. But so far, disco. Up since 5.00am this morning, and I feel like a corpse. Kurt's been watching me all day to make sure I don't nap. It's 7.30pm, and all i can think is "In an hour, I get to sleep. " The doctor changed my meds around a bit.
Remember high school, or perhaps maybe elementary, when all the cool kids exclaimed "take a Valium! " Now, I can. Well, it's not exactly valium. It's a habit-forming benzodiazepine which 'causes drowsiness during medical procedures. ' I'm on to the big leagues now; soon I'll be smoking crack. The kinder, gentler sleeping pills that only put me down for three hours on the outside have been shelved in favor of these rhino tranquilizers. I wonder what year I'll wake up after taking one... 
