Adventures of washed up cook turned office mogul, year-round cyclist, and purveyor of fine beers, John Gray Heidelmeier.
Friday, July 25, 2003
Ugh. I feel like I've contracted the consumption. Last night, when I got back from Kevin Lai's place, my swollen lymph node was the biggest ever and hurt a lot, and a spell of dizziness hit me like a ton of bricks. No thanks to mom for any recovery, as she inFUCKINGSISTS GOD DAMNIT MOTHER FUCKER on waking me up at noon, when I could probably sleep the whole day. God, I'm stiff. I'm afraid to crack my neck, because I think it will break. So I guess I can't do anything today. I miss Larkin, but I suppose even if I went out with her I'd probably fall over a lot and/or get her sick.
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