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The pill…should have gone to the store…so lazy, so stupid!  Needless to say, it didn’t help…needless to say I feel worse.  I have a constant taste of vinegar in my mouth…it’s like morning breath after sleeping with puke in your mouth…I know, I know…nasty.  But hey, don’t judge…can’t keep my eyes open either…had to take out my contacts because my eyes are swelling and itching.  I’m pretty much blind…–6.25 prescrīption, translates to blind.  Weighed myself this morning, 153 pounds…usually float around 177 to 185.  Where’d it all go?  Oddly, I feel stronger…like I’ve been working out a lot.  My whole life I’ve been made fun of because of my skinny girly legs…just in the past few days my panths are too tight.  Thick legs but I feel sick…headache, throw up sick.  Shouldn’t have taken the pill…was probably expired. 

 

Got a call from my mother last night, she was mad that I didn’t call on father’s day.  A little late I thought...and what does she care, she’s not a father?  I wonder if I was adopted.  I have a love hate relationship with her, it’s always been that way, and maybe it’s the way it’s supposed to be.  I never cared for Fathers Day anyway…is it a real holiday?  Kinda weird to celebrate a day so many by default qualify for.  Do all fathers really deserve a day for themselves? It’s not like Martin Luther King Day or Columbus Day.  These people actually did something.  What about son day?  Why not have Brother Day?  Besides Fathers day has horrific memories for me…you might ask how can Fathers Day be in the same sentence as horrific…well let me tell you.  In 3^rd grade my mother found out about a day after Fathers Day sale in the basement of Montgomery Wards.  Remind you it’s a “Day after Fathers Day Sale.”  She came home with a victorious grin on her face.  Grins never meant anything good for me.  This grin meant I was the recipient of ten-99cent Father’s Day

T-shirts.  Each with it’s own unique Fathers Day theme. Wonderful themes such as “Super Dad”, “Never underestimate the Power of a Dad!” You get the idea.  All great tributes to beloved Fathers of the world, “if you are a father.”  Not for an 8 year old boy!  But how do you explain this to Mrs. Master of Cheap?  Needless to say I was forced to wear the “Super Dad”, t-shirt the next day.  Funny…at an early age I could tell who the smart kids were and the ones that would grow to be just regular…The smart ones laugh at me and let me know I was wearing my dads shirt, the dumb ones believed me when I said the shirts meant I loved my father.  Well until next time… “Never Underestimate the Power of a Dad!”    

Lame…can’t believe Anson lied about being a navy seal.  I took counsel from Myspace friends about the backup thing.   Good it did me…Anson confessed his five years in the navy was in maintenance and electric.  Yeah…that’s what I was thinking.  I guess that explains the power drill.
    Went home and opened the FedEx box.  1 green pill..Nyquil cold/flu.  1 cell phone, analog Motorola Startac…looks like one I had in 1998.  1 piece of paper, written on it: 32 Bradley Place. Closter, New Jersey.  I have no idea what this stuff is.  An ancient phone that doesn’t work…one stupid cold pill and an address.  Man, I thought this was going to be some cool drug deal gone wrong or some conspiracy adventure.  I’m starting to think this is all some stupid joke and a waste of my time.  I feel like crap anyway, I think I caught a cold that night.  I need to go buy some cold medicine.  Maybe I’ll just take this Nyquil pill from the box.  Goodnight.

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