Ow.

Shitty shitty shit.

I've been violently ill for the past four days or so. I finally got over the fever and gnarliness this morning, but was left with a really intense cough. I coughed so hard this morning that I fucked my rib up AGAIN. However, this time I felt something actually pop. (mom's) Terry says that I ripped some cartilage in between my ribs. So that's awesome. I've been doped up on vicodin all day, slipping in and out of consciousness. This is the first time I've really gotten up off the couch except to pee. And I'm in one of those lumbar-support braces. Goddamn, I really fucked myself up this time.

The other suckage: Grampa made our appointments to get our dentures made for Tuesday. Not that that's bad, I'm SUPER excited about it, BUT- I'm not sure how long this cough is gonna last and I'm not entirely sure where my birth certificate is. And I need that to get in and out of Canada, I'm sure. Mom already looked for it here and didn't find it, so I guess the only other place it could be is in my storage unit. I really don't want to have to go digging through all that shit with my rib in shambles.

I also somehow blew through almost $700 in a week. Because I am full of LOSE. Good thing I can probably start my job back up at the end of this week.

AND IT DOESN'T END THERE! Parts of my moustache tattoo aren't sticking :( So I have to have Jerm touch it up when the rest of the scab falls off.

The only thing keeping me level-headed through all this has been Terry. Heh. We've seriously come leaps and fucking bounds from where we were six months ago. I've missed this gooey-wub feeling so much. I love you, baby. You are my little gentleman.

Feeling woozy. Gonna go lay back down and watch me some Tim and Eric.