I was in the shower today, thinking - I don't know about the rest of you, but I do my best thinking in the bathroom. There's just something about it that allows me to better focus. Maybe it's the fact that the bathroom is a place of comfort, of pain relief. You go to the bathroom to wash away your impurities.
Anyway, I was in the shower, thinking about last night, a night of heavy drinking, the occasional cocaine flash, and the consumption of about three bottles of NyQuil. And now, in the early Saturday afternoon, I've decided to write to you before the effects of last night wear off, never to be experienced again. I've decided never to order an italian cold cut sandwich from the local deli ever again. My stomach is doing backflips.
Like I said, I was in the shower, and you know how good a shower can be, especially when you're sick. Well, I was sick. Really, really sick. I mean, I was light-headed, and feverish, and flushed. And I got to thinking of this little holiday we call Valentine's Day. What a joke. It's a day for us to celebrate our love for each other. This holiday doesn't just leave out those who have no significant other, it leaves out everyone who hates people in general. The only pleasure I would get out of this day was if Saint Valentine fornicated himself with a barbed-wire 2x4.
Of course, most holidays are about getting together with the people you love, and thus inherently leave me out. Such comes with being bitter. Now, if you'll excuse me, this sickness is getting unbearable. I'm going to pass out, and see if I feel better when I wake up.
Until next time,
Goose
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