bitterdiva

Day three: hallucinatory frustration

The plague still has it's grips over my body, I'm tottering on the line between delusional and frustrated. Paranoia has set it, and I'm sweating profusely. Pharmaceuticals have had no affect and the air in the apartment is dryer than the Sahara. I'm beginning to understand the incessant meows from the cat. I've asked him to smother me, he tries but then tells me he loves me too much.

The bags of crumpled, virus-ridden tissue are piling up like snowflakes within the apartment, except they're not as beautiful or benign as the ones outside. I'm beginning to think the homeless guy that pinched my cheek in Montreal transmitted a uber virus that I carried back over the border in an attempt to rid the world of Bushies. I'm a blue state goddamn it and your fucking neighbor. I'm closer to Canada than I am DC. I'm praying for two things: sleep and the burning in my throat, as if a thousand needles are jabbing into the soft tissue. When will this reign of mucous be terminated? I'm currently down two senses, taste and smell. Thankfully, I can't smell the heavy penetrable stench of Vapo rub slathered over my chest. Perhaps I'm a zombie, that might explain the vacant stare, the shuffling, and persistent gnawing on the cat's head. He'll live, I hope.

04:09 PM

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Posted by: GroundZero at January 25, 2005 09:10 AM

Posted by: Martini Mambo at January 25, 2005 10:07 PM

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