I’ve lost count, but I think this is my fifth cold this year.

Adding to that uncertainty is the fact that at least one (maybe two?) of those supposed prior colds were faked in order to take days off work.

But this one is real. Curse my youngest for bringing it into the house!

I got through the other one’s fifth birthday and then crashed.

This is my second day off work. I slept something like 20 hours yesterday.

I’m taking my uppers, but I still feel so down.

Perhaps my supplier has been padding out my amphetamines with melamine.

Jesus. If you can’t trust your dealer, who can you trust?

D-Girl’s party went well.

But damn. Why did I agree to put the bird dance song on her party play list? Those little monkeys made me do the bird dance for them in the middle of the floor and then they ran around and around me, and when they got bored of that they tackled me to the ground, and then some of them started kicking me. And they were laughing the whole time.
"HA, HA, you're a chicken!"

Goddamn kids these days gotta no respect.