gonna be bigger than a flea
sunday, october 7, 2001
bombs... heh. and that's all i have to say about that. for once, i have no clue what is going on. i spent 6 hours watching pride & prejudice on a&e. cnn never came on my telly once. so. leaving the topic for the day.
so. remember i've been feeling weird? well. more specifically, all this week my stomach has been turning up and about every single time i eat food, ANY food, total nausea, and i've had head aches every day pretty much, been really sleepy, wobbly balance, not felt like eating, bad stomach.. well, i whined to angela and she had the brilliant suggestion to duh, check the fact sheets i got along with the medication i've been prescribed for side effects.
oh. nausea, dizziness, difficulty sleeping, drowsiness, anxiety, nervousness, weakness, loss of appetite, tremors, dry mouth, sweating, decreased sex drive, impotence, or yawning, head aches.. hee. don't i feel like a moron. i'm apparently supposed to feel like absolute crap, and keep taking the meds until these side effects diminish because if i stop the meds, i'll feel worse than when i began.
chemicals. heh. crazy. so. anyway. just thought i'd share. there's a method to the madness.
i dreamt about my cat. heh. then i woke up from my roommate's answering machine blaring it's outgoing message -- it's a recording of a rap song. okay. suddenly i was wide awake - i heard my dad cuss. on HER machine! ha ha ha! we played phone tag a while (it's a bit tedious when you don't have long distance service -- it means i spend a lot of time dialing 1-800-collect and yelling 'hidadcallme!!' into the receiver) before i surrended and talked to him on my roommates phone.
apparently, he's confusing our numbers. hehe. it makes me laugh that my roommate has like 3 messages on her machine of my dad going "yebembti-maiko, pitchka te materina!" .. that's my dad cussing in serbo-croatic. it's the only thing i can say in his language. that amuses me as well.
then i called my mom and brother a bit. total home-fest. sigh. phones are so cruel. i could hear the familiar sounds from home in the background -- the blaring tv, our birds tweeting.. my mom boasted of how everyone is always telling her how beautiful my cat is. sigh. i know. i miss my fat cat. a lot. sigh.
ghod now i just sound pathetic. what a waste. nite. :)
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