All By Myself

But am I moping? Nah. I think I'm getting the flu, though. I'm something of a connoisseur of headaches, and the one I had an hour ago was something special. Another thing to love about this city, is the abundance of drugstores. The problem is, I only go when I'm desperate, and then I grab anything that might help. I start with an Excedrin base, and work upwards, starting with what's on sale. I can't beleive whatever's in these Nutrin capsules isn't a controlled substance; they aren't mixing too well with the other stuff, and now I feel a bit too much better. I cannot stress enough: do not try this at home.

So I'm going to go out. I figure I'll catch a showing of Walk the Line, then go down to St. Marks and people watch - ok, mostly goth-girl watch. It's like reading about a country you have no plans to visit, but the pictures are mildly entertaining. Maybe I'll give BG a call - sounds like he's moping, and maybe I can introduce him to one of the plethora of screwed-up women who aren't serial killers.