I've been all achey and sickly for a while now, and I finally broke down and got over myself (with the help of a friend) and finally went to a doctor, and of course it cost way more money than I can reasonably afford, and of course I knew exactly what was wrong with me and really all I needed was a fistful of Cipro, whatever. WHATEVZ. I'm starting to feel better! That's the point of all this bitching.

I'm going to try to make it to Adrenochrome tonight, if this trend of wellness continues through the day.

Who the hell calls me at 7:45 inna morning and doesn't leave voicemail? I momentarily thought "ah it muzzbe my smartass boyfriend fella, calling to announce his arrival in the big citrus of Florida" but then No No No he'd Never do something so silly, so I let it go to voicemail. Snrt.