Fuck, I've got a bladder infection. This marks the first time I've gotten one without being sexually active--it's been three weeks already [countdown commences]. I don't want to go to the emergency room because I know I'll be sitting there for two, four, or who-knows-how-many hours. I'm trying to treat it myself. I've already popped: calcium, echinacea/goldenseal and cranberry caps. Oh Lord.
It cracks me up when the cats close the door to the bathroom and lock themselves in. Newman's so vocal when he's displeased, too. Silly kitties.
Sunday, February 06, 2005
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About Me
- Name: Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive)
- Location: United States
Whateya need to know about me? Hmmm, I'm not clever enough to summarize myself concisely. Guess I'm underdeveloped, a late bloomer. Still trying to find my way in the world. I've already found my way *into* the world, which I suppose is a step in the right direction ... isn't it?
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