February 04, 2005 :: 12:30 p.m.
now if we could just throw in a little rectal surgery...
I'm still itchy. Whatever the hell it is seems to have also spread to my ankles and now I'm having "phantom itching" all over the goddamn place. It's like when you see a graphic close-up of a praying mantis in National Geographic and then for the rest of the day you feel like there are bugs crawling all over you. Burrowing under your skin.
That's how I feel. On a scale of one to ten, with one being a winning 26 million dollar lottery ticket and 10 being a yearly check-up with Josef Mengele, this? Is an 11 on the Scale of Suck. GAH.
back & forth
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