Glory Gale of the North, living in Armenian Glendale, proprietor of nice things and adoring of one boy from the Bay. Obedient worker of television and obsessively infatuated with night-timing and lounge performers.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I’ve been exhausted in the last week. And no matter how much sleep I get I still feel like I can sleep for days on end. It only occurred to me last night that besides the lethal cocktail I gave myself on my birthday the only thing I’ve done differently in the last two or three weeks is take these new face pills. The pills that I’m only supposed to take for a month because of the high blast of antibiotic shock it gives my system…
“side effects include… unusual tiredness or weakness”
Excellent news. This means I only have another two weeks of feeling like death then it’s back to normal. Whatever normal is. My God… I need a nap.