I don't feel well. Whine whine whine.

1am: toddler. temper tantrum. throwing shit at wall. need shotgun. so bad.

narcotics equal constipation.

a slurpee. So bad. Cold, wet, sweet. I need one. So bad. SO FUCKING BAD.

about to get a shotgun and shoot the screaming toddler that lives next door.

hand sanitizer.

ew. TheMatchMaker fanned me. I don't do this junk.

Fever broke with some sleep. Trying to take it easy now.

le sigh. My temperature's elevated again.

Gonna lay back down and rest for a bit.