k, so all my scripts ran out a long time ago, and occasionally i do need them, like now, and so i use the kid’s liquid albuterol to crank the ole bronchial tubes open. (breathe, oh, that’s good, yes) however the burning scalp and the shaking hands and the bouncy keyboard make this one hard entry to type.
and it’s too late to be this amped so i take the benadryl because the beer is an insufficient central nervous system depressant (is the monitor shaking or is it just me or is it one of those so cal mini-quakes? you never know. or at least i don’t.)
it’s all legal, baby. no, can’t be busting me under any influence at all, it’s all totally legit. all quite reasonable. i take one thing so i get O2 to the brain and the other to counteract the side effects and the beer i was gonna drink anyway. so there.
i wasn’t supposed to be posting nonsense shit like this. i don’t like to think of myself as the sort of person who listens to assholes telling me to raise the bar but something in me wants at some level to not suck at this, or just to suck less, even though i’ve never been really in any danger of being recognized for actually writing as opposed to … oh whatever it is i do here.
the benadryl has so far not kicked in, but did i need to tell you that? maybe one more for a total of two, or else no sleep for me.