Oct. 28th, 2004

So, the Devil Cold has turned into a bacterial infection in my lungs. I’ve coughed more today than I have in about two years combined. I nearly passed out twice because I’d coughed all the oxygen out. And now I don’t have and damn Nyquil and it’s really late and every time I lay down I cough.
So I’ve decided, fuck that. I’ve lit three joss sticks, I’ve got a glass of whiskey (my second), and I’m gonna try to polish this turd that I shat out on the keyboard last night. It is not related to anything, nor is it expected to go anywhere. It was inspired by a line from a Tom Waits song. I guess it kinda ties with the Eyes™ from my piece for Warren Ellis’ Futurity Projekt.
On a side note, my flickr.com photostream has been updated several times.
On a side side note, my friend Joe, the Bastard, has convinced me to participate in this: http://www.nanowrimo.com. Apparently I’m a dumbass.

On With the Friction )

G’night, kids.

benjamin sTone
LAST MOVIE: DANCER IN THE DARK
CURRENT MUSIC: RAIN DOGS by Tom Waits
CURREN BOOK: Still Confessions of an English opium eater.

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