Mr. Phlegm Head
12 March 2001
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Mr. Phlegm Head
12 March 2001
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3:28 PM: I've got some kind of big-time infection in my head. It's creepy to think about it. My skull is being colonized from the inside out by bacteria. They're living behind my eyes! They're throwing parties and not picking up their trash! Yet another doktor appointment tomorrow to maybe get some bacterial death pills. We'll see.
I spent most of the weekend working, trying to get caught up with an avalanche of overdue crap at work. All of which was caused, I might add, by my leaving it to the last minute to do. Nothing was really stopping me from working on all of this weeks ago. Except not giving a damn, that is.
So between these two phenomena, I am quite stupid now. And that's my story.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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author is definitely
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