Today was good.
Despite the splitting headache.
Well, I went back home and I popped two types of painkillers and right now, my head is bobbing from side to side. And listening to the Beastie Boys. And Eminem.
I feel drowsy. And my eyes sting. I can't...string a sentence together. SO I'll give these things I meant to write but is too...high...to write down:
Hey, bitch, it's nothing personal. It's just business. <- one article. In two sentences.
Foundations and Empire < - how I will influence psychohistory. Megalomaniac post.
In Angelus Domnini <- a speech for Barrack Obama
Puke <- how much I hate you.
But.
Today was good. And I am high on medication. Gotta remember this painkiller cocktail, man. I may be bad...but I feel good...
