  I have this song stuck in my head. No ordinary song, but a flash video called "Badger, Badger,Badger,Badger,Badger, Mushroom, Snake". It's weird, and extremely catchy. For all you perverts out there, it isn't dirty. You can find it here : urlLink badger, mushroom, snake Not much happening in the way of news. Work, sleep at odd hours, daily feelings of being pummeled, then run over by a buick, eating, dorking it up, more sleeping, more eating, work, and whining because, well, it feels like I've been excessively pummeled, and then after the pummelation, i was run over by a buick.
We are on the cusp, my gentlefriends, of becoming Us- Reliant; hopefully, in a few weeks/month, we'll be able to pay all our bills handily. Without the awful and necessary parental handouts. After that, the next goal is to pay off debts. (Let's not be hasty, though, yesterday we needed a church handout for foodstuffs. Thank God for people like Roger and Marilyn. We purchased a large bag of tropical trail mix.
It's mostly gone, i'd say. Interesting thing about it though, it lists all the ingredients, which is well and good. There's even a breakdown of what goes in a banana chip. Nice and thorough, right? At the end of the list lies a mystery; it says " ....pineapple, dates, vegetable. " I'm suspicious.
Ought we know what type of vegetable it is? Isn't it peculiar that we aren't informed what type of this vegetable might be? I don't know about you, but I think it's time we break out the tinfoil hats. Trazodonze is not proving to be as relieving as the doctor thought. It would be more accurate to say that it provides no relief at all, but i guess i should wait around for a while yet. I've figured out my predjudice about drugs, by the way; I think a large part of my hatred comes from the fact that my health and well being rely heavily on drugs, and i resent that reliance.
So, when someone talks about taking drugs as a recreational thing, i have the sudden urge to squish their trachea. It doesn't help matters that i was addicted to seroquel for just over a year, either. Strike at the university is offically on, and there are many whispers concerning the length. Most say that the strike will last weeks rather than days. The profs are pissed, and clearly unhappy with the turn of events; the students are pissed off, drunk, and making lots of noise; and who knows what the hell the adminstrating is doing. Hopefully, Kurt and i will be able to benefit from the cessation of classes; we're getting the PC any day now, so he'll be able to work.
Speaking of which, anyone got a desk i can borrow? Oh, yes. The happy feeling regarding fibromyaglia has disappated. I'm all right with that; i was starting to think i was a little masochistic. Don't eat any yellow snow. 
