that was one of the most painful mornings in recent memory, but i know exactly what it was about, and i am feeling better, after standing in the bathroom with a running shower for a bit and brushing my hair. it's hard to actually shower in this weather, and any moisture from the shower gets instantly eaten by the fan and the heat. the fan works very well, a little too well, but i don't want to turn it off.

i'm going to try to stay up for a few minutes but i think i have to sleep this off. it's not gone yet. the tylenol doesn't work for this.

i'm jonesing for some of that banana shit. i still remember exactly what it tasted like. my mother was irresponsible and immature, but she wasn't stupid, and she understood the results of her actions, but she wouldn't even consider quitting. instead, she overdid it with the antibiotics. the doctor had to cut me off, iirc.