.:Dreams and Swords:.

Prednisone Will Make You Talk...

My lungs are my weakness, my kryptonite. Every since I was a young one I've had lung issues. I talk my grandfather's philosophy to heart when he used to say, "I cried because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet." For most of the time they work, so no complaints from me.

Recently, I've been hit with another upper respiratory inflection. It has sucky timing, but thems the breaks. After hacking for two days with no sleep, I been doing the usual rounds of Prednisone and antibiotics. Not high on the fun scale. My head feels like its going to explode at any minute, my I-Don't-Give-A-Damn meter has spiked through the roof, and anything that looks like it contains sugar/carbohydrates is about to be eaten like Godzilla took Manhattan.

But I'm randomly good. Sick but good. Slightly yearning for death but good.

Semester is coming to close. Between surgery and sickness, I've only taking two classes this Fall. Feel like a slacker but only so much can be done while on bed rest. There was no zest this time, just nuisance. Shame really. Maybe next semester will be different.

Holiday time again. Should be interesting with the fam as always. Can't seem to find the Holiday spirit so I signed up for "Invalid Item"  to find some type of inspiration. Should be a different change of pace, journal entries actually making sense for a change.

Life is life. Good, Bad, or Indifferent. I think I need for Vitamin C...