...deep inside of me...
oops, sorry. I'm still feeling a bit "punky". I'm really bloated, I'm having problems fitting in my clothes.... I feel like Violet Beauregarde in Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory when she got to the dessert of the three course meal gum... ("It happens every time, they all become blueberries!")... I can't fight this weird-ass feeling. I thought the weekend would help. In many ways, it seems worse... Is this what's going around?
I really don't do "sick" very well at all. I knew I wasn't feeling right the other day when I started talking to myself. When I don't feel well, I find myself talking through everything I do out loud, as if to help me focus on what the hell I'm supposed to be doing. Weird, eh?
Man... I shouldn't have brought up Willy Wonka...
"There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There's no knowing where we're rowing
Or which way the river's flowing
Is it raining?
Is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a-blowing?
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of hell a-glowing?
Is the grisly reaper mowing?
Yes, the danger must be growing
'Cause the rowers keep on rowing
And they're certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing! "
2006- Cold Scott
2005- Sliding on the South Side
- Weather swings
2004- Gorillas at a wake
2002- Getting old is a bitch