orange juice....
2002-11-02 ~ 9:24 p.m.

i called comrade who is at the bar...

she is going to bring me chicken noodle soup and orange juice. thank god.

i am too sick to even argue, so thank you.

the date that i had was obviously cancelled. there is not much attractive about coughing up your insides and blowing them out in technicolor...exactly.

i wonder how mouse's date is going? maybe she will call and give us an update?

in other news...

i have been sweating off fever after fever laying in bed...for the last 6? hours or so...

i had fucked up dreams...

i was a waitress at an all night diner in the twilight zone...and i kept dropping stuff and so they would threaten me with deportation...?

and then mel and i were at a carnival and we were throwing darts at balloons and we won...and the prize was that she was pregnant...?

and then comrade and i were steering a navy vessel in to port during a war, and we were wearing peacoats...?

just like coat girl.

i wonder what all that could mean??

i am going to go back to sleep now because my teeth are chattering.

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