I’m sick of having a physical body. I’m ready to be a head-in-a-jar or a cyborg or whatever, just something that will buy me a few hours of peace and quiet and painting and reading without having side effects to antibiotics or excruciating pain from pulling a muscle in my shouldes and neck. I’m so sick of all this. I’m sick of waking up every morning excited to get back to work, only to find that I’m now suffering from some new malady that is kicking my ass. I’m so sick of being sick. 2007 is on my nerves and it’s only day 15.
Arghhhhhh. Things will get better, they HAVE to.
Oh and by the way: I pulled the muscle doing yoga, which was supposed to chill me out from the antibiotic side effects. Could you please shoot me now?
More work. Soon. I’m losing my mind here.