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the fragmentation of heller's brain
Feb. 24th, 2003 03:36 pmI had a pretty good weekend. Did some shopping, read a good bit, and played a lot of guitar and bass. I think I'm going to have to knock it off with the bass, though; it's aggravating my tendonitis. (Or, as we say down south, 'aggervatin'.'')
Twice in the last week or so I've gotten nosebleeds while in the shower. I look down and it's like Psycho up in there. I get nosebleeds every once in a while because of sinus problems, but what's up with the shower deal? Maybe I should stop doing three lines of cocaine before jumping in the shower each morning.
I used to get nosebleeds as a kid a lot. It never bothered me--I'd just jam a tissue or a sheet of notebook paper up there and keep doing whatever I was doing. But certain teachers used to make a big deal about it. I particularly remember Ms. Hefner, my sixth-grade science teacher, FREAKING out and sending me to the nurse once.
No, I never actually jammed a sheet of notebook paper up my nose.
( wahhh )
I was just talking on the phone with our editor who lives in Virginia. She's been having nightmarish troubles with her mouth--root canals and nerve damage and all kinds of stuff. I asked her if they were giving her anything good for the pain. She said yeah, but they had just given her something else. She said, "Hey, you can have my Vicodin!" And of course now I'm sitting here thinking, "Mmmmmm, Vicodin . . ." I can't help it, it's just the way my brain is wired.
Subject line of an email I just received: "Refinance Your Ho."
Twice in the last week or so I've gotten nosebleeds while in the shower. I look down and it's like Psycho up in there. I get nosebleeds every once in a while because of sinus problems, but what's up with the shower deal? Maybe I should stop doing three lines of cocaine before jumping in the shower each morning.
I used to get nosebleeds as a kid a lot. It never bothered me--I'd just jam a tissue or a sheet of notebook paper up there and keep doing whatever I was doing. But certain teachers used to make a big deal about it. I particularly remember Ms. Hefner, my sixth-grade science teacher, FREAKING out and sending me to the nurse once.
No, I never actually jammed a sheet of notebook paper up my nose.
( wahhh )
I was just talking on the phone with our editor who lives in Virginia. She's been having nightmarish troubles with her mouth--root canals and nerve damage and all kinds of stuff. I asked her if they were giving her anything good for the pain. She said yeah, but they had just given her something else. She said, "Hey, you can have my Vicodin!" And of course now I'm sitting here thinking, "Mmmmmm, Vicodin . . ." I can't help it, it's just the way my brain is wired.
Subject line of an email I just received: "Refinance Your Ho."
