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scary_manilowA dream: I was late for a Halloween party and couldn't think of anything to wear. I threw on my black pinstriped suit and ran all over town, searching... I ended up with a sweet chimpanzee mask and a fortune teller's turban. Or was it a fez? Either way, I think I finally have my costume idea for this year...
I'm back at the lab-- AGAIN. This is the last time until next summer. I mean it this time.
Today was the first day of the study. I had to swallow sixteen pills, then they strapped me down and sucked out a couple pints of blood. The good news: nothing else happens for the next five days, at which point I am released with $1300 in my pocket.
I brought a few books along to pass the time:
Shock Value
Edie: An American Biography
Death of a Transvestite
Renegade Sisters: Girl Gangs on Film
I haven't gotten much reading done yet, though... Yesterday saw the apex of a three-day migraine, an eye-splitting joyride that was undoubtedly brought on by withdrawl from caffeine and booze. I slept with a pillow over my face for fifteen hours, and now my skull feels like an empty peanut shell, thin and cracked and brittle.
The worst part is, I slept through TAB HUNTER's tell-all interview on Larry King last night. For shame.
Two nurses were talking over me while taking my blood this morning:
"Antoine just called... They sent me a copy of my mamma's death certificate. And a note."
"What did it say?"
"Said I never bought my mamma nothing that was of no value, and since I was never around 'cept to cause trouble, they don't see why I should get any of the stuff that she had at her house. I'm SO mad, let me tell you..."
"You gonna talk to a lawyer?"
"A lawyer? Bitch, it's on. I'm CRAZY mad. Soon as I get off work, I'm going right over there and starting shit. I"m taking my pony tail down and stepping up."
"You could always just get a cop to go over there with you..."
"No way. FUCK THAT! I'm CRAZY mad. I'm gonna smash up some windows and chairs and shit. You'll like it if I'm not in jail tonight."
Sorry if it seems like I'm ignoring your journals while I'm in here... For some reason, Livejournal is blocked by the lab's internet filter, and I've used up all my computer time today locating a proxy browser just so I could post this. LAME!
I'm back at the lab-- AGAIN. This is the last time until next summer. I mean it this time.
Today was the first day of the study. I had to swallow sixteen pills, then they strapped me down and sucked out a couple pints of blood. The good news: nothing else happens for the next five days, at which point I am released with $1300 in my pocket.
I brought a few books along to pass the time:
Shock Value
Edie: An American Biography
Death of a Transvestite
Renegade Sisters: Girl Gangs on Film
I haven't gotten much reading done yet, though... Yesterday saw the apex of a three-day migraine, an eye-splitting joyride that was undoubtedly brought on by withdrawl from caffeine and booze. I slept with a pillow over my face for fifteen hours, and now my skull feels like an empty peanut shell, thin and cracked and brittle.
The worst part is, I slept through TAB HUNTER's tell-all interview on Larry King last night. For shame.
Two nurses were talking over me while taking my blood this morning:
"Antoine just called... They sent me a copy of my mamma's death certificate. And a note."
"What did it say?"
"Said I never bought my mamma nothing that was of no value, and since I was never around 'cept to cause trouble, they don't see why I should get any of the stuff that she had at her house. I'm SO mad, let me tell you..."
"You gonna talk to a lawyer?"
"A lawyer? Bitch, it's on. I'm CRAZY mad. Soon as I get off work, I'm going right over there and starting shit. I"m taking my pony tail down and stepping up."
"You could always just get a cop to go over there with you..."
"No way. FUCK THAT! I'm CRAZY mad. I'm gonna smash up some windows and chairs and shit. You'll like it if I'm not in jail tonight."
Sorry if it seems like I'm ignoring your journals while I'm in here... For some reason, Livejournal is blocked by the lab's internet filter, and I've used up all my computer time today locating a proxy browser just so I could post this. LAME!
