the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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11:49 a.m. + 2003-12-08 = toxicity.
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my stomach is on a rampage. it may solicit my participation in lecture-skippage, and so i will/would fall short of my perfect-attendence-in-last-week-of-classes goal entirely too early on in the game. i have half an hour to cure ailments though, so technically there is time.
however, half an hour hardly seems adequate to counteract the dehydration and high acidity; i am both a raisin fallen 'neath the counter out of broom's initial reach found weeks later in �berstale form and the captain ripley's alien--the scene from the first film in which we see a scantily-clad sigourney weaver shaking, dripping perspiration exuding "cowardly bravery" and the profile of the motherbitch alien dripping beyond-hydrochloric bloodmatter from one of several mouths [fashioned after a matroushka doll, i hypothesise.] I empathise with the mother; i know the turmoil of internal toxicity.
lack of sleep leads to increased coffee/diet coke consumption and ferverant chainsmoking praxis, which in turn, leads to antidotal alcohol consumption, which leads to less sleep, more caffeine/nictone, more cheap wine and/or whiskey... there was a semester when such bodily toxicity was accepted as main character in monday dramady. in this day and age, wednesday was the potential sequel, but it couldn't commit its signature to contract. so back to monday it is.
but now i take my limp hair, unstable stomach and astringent saliva to a hot bath, large glass of water and smallish cup of liquorice tea. yeah, liqourice tea, despite warnings about the effects liquorice has upon testosterone levels, i cannot give it up... i mean c'mon... this is the man who routinely self-sacrifices his health in the name of lung cancer research... do we really think the testerone-decreasing [IN THEORY] capacity of liquorice outweighs its anti-viral [PROVEN] properties? Ha! i think not.
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