"When you get those rare moments of clarity, those flashes when the universe makes sense, you try desperately to hold on to them. They are the life boats for the darker times, when the vastness of it all, the incomprehensible nature of life is completely illusive. So the question becomes, or should have been all a long... What would you do if you knew you only had one day, or one week, or one month to live. What life boat would you grab on to? What secret would you tell? What band would you see? What person would you declare your love to? What wish would you fulfill? What exotic locale would you fly to for coffee? What book would you write?"

Monday, November 8, 2010


I never know when to go to the ER. last time I went to the ER, I had a horrible experience. They treated me horribly and we got billed tremendously.

Right now I think I'm dying. My doctor sent me home with Tylenol and said it was a virus.

I'm always trying to out-diagnose my doctors and always think they are wrong and i usually don't listen to them.

Being a hypochondriac SUCKS. SO BAD.

Ive been convinced that I would wake up dead before, and low and behold I'm here and usually feel better the next day. If I went to the ER every time we would be living on the streets. They charge you like $500 AT LEAST for Tylenol in the ER and another $500 for the doctor to see you and tell you you're fine. Isn't our country lovely?

I guess if I die this time then at least I can say I tried went to go see my idiot doctor. That makes no sense. I would come back as a ghost and tell them. .

If it's this bad tomorrow then I'll probably go. If I'm still alive.

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