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Early
Nov. 14th, 2005 | 12:14 am
mood: 
tired
I woke up early this Sunday morning, thanks to the excruciating pain that was shooting from my right femur head. More then the usual pain, I tossed and turned in my drug induced haze. Saturday was Methotrexate day. Oral chemotherapy. The room felt like it was moving. Another week of dealing with this drug induced hangover. Drug induced fatigue. Great. I couldn’t get the hook of this Three Six Mafia song out of my head throughout all of this.
“I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I ”
I couldn’t understand how I was actually up so early. I usually can’t manage to wake-up so early on Sundays. The drug induced haze usually keeps me from church. My mother claims I’m going to hell. I’m not present at a service. Does this mean that my drugs are evil? Do they bare the mark of the beast? LOL. I say that my first set of doctors were evil. They essentially destroyed my femur heads with their so-called treatment.
As time passed by during the grey and cold morning, I could feel some Myositis induced throbbing in my lower back. My muscles were ready to explode, but they never actually explode. Tick tock Tick tock, but no explosion.
So, I was thinking that I’m up for the day. Thinking that I would have a full day to work on some art. That turned out to not be the case though. The fatigue eventually engulfed me during the NFL pre-game show, and I actually slept through the first half of the early game. Unfortunately, not much of anything was worked on today. The Redskins lost by one point, adding to my disappointment of today’s events.
“I gotta stay fly I I I I I I I I until I die I I I I I I I ”
I couldn’t understand how I was actually up so early. I usually can’t manage to wake-up so early on Sundays. The drug induced haze usually keeps me from church. My mother claims I’m going to hell. I’m not present at a service. Does this mean that my drugs are evil? Do they bare the mark of the beast? LOL. I say that my first set of doctors were evil. They essentially destroyed my femur heads with their so-called treatment.
As time passed by during the grey and cold morning, I could feel some Myositis induced throbbing in my lower back. My muscles were ready to explode, but they never actually explode. Tick tock Tick tock, but no explosion.
So, I was thinking that I’m up for the day. Thinking that I would have a full day to work on some art. That turned out to not be the case though. The fatigue eventually engulfed me during the NFL pre-game show, and I actually slept through the first half of the early game. Unfortunately, not much of anything was worked on today. The Redskins lost by one point, adding to my disappointment of today’s events.