Yesterday was bullshit and now I’m hungover. Lalalalala.
Whole lotta handsome goin’ on.
So…landed myself in the ER this morning after passing out during my run in the park. I don’t remember anything except waking up in the ambulance, and at that point my first thought was alien abduction. But, turns out I’m pretty dehydrated and exhausted. I’ll be here at the hospital until tomorrow morning at the very least, which means catching up on sleep and reading. I’m alright, no cause for alarm, but I took a nasty tumble and have a big scrape on my forehead and an egg-sized lump on my head. Thankfully there aren’t any mirrors in this room for me to see how I’ve transformed into Quasimodo. If anyone wants to come by and bring me not-hospital food, don’t freak out when you see how monstrous I look. Gonna curl up and try to sleep now.
Gizmo loves me even though I pick my nose.
Ugh. Lou Reed, why can’t you be mine? Even if only in a platonic sense.
I really wish some people would accept all the help they’ve been given, and show appreciation for it by working hard to make their loved ones proud. But rather than commenting any further on the fuckery currently going on elsewhere, I’m going to just enjoy my time off before I hit the road again.
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When I get back, hangs? I’ll be in NYC Wednesday!Yes yes and triple yes! Let’s get our party on, lady.