you've been warned

Due to the graphic nature of this post, anyone with a weak stomach should turn away now. Also, if you know me, or would use nice words to describe me, I would suggest that you never read any of ths posts I've made recently. What is this weblog turning into anyway?

Anyway... I have been sick sick sick sick for the past couple of days. I haven't even been able to keep down a glass of water. So I was thinking that there really should be a tablet that you can take in this situation that will sort of neutralize the stomach acid and make it so that it won't burn up your throat. I've figured out a name for the product- "Vomints"

Thanks.

wondering

I find myself thinking of certain things. And then my mind jumps to
wondering about things that are none of my business, probably. But
maybe they are.... but maybe I don't want to know, though. Probably
not. Definitly not. No, thank you.

So I go back to the original thought and then I think about how I
wondered, and if what I was wondering about is not true then why can't
I think of the things I was thinking in the first place, you know?

Glad to have got that out somewhere. It's a load off my mind.

brain problem

This is my second attempt at an entry today. I'm in a mood to ramble, but I am sure that an in depth rundown of disinfecting the kitchen isn't a very good topic. But what am I talking about? I talked about plucking nose hair in the last one.

But that is pretty much all I did yesterday. Cleaning the kitchen, not "nose-scaping". I love making up words.

That's what happens when you have whatever disorder I have. The forgetting what things are called problem. I read that it was a symptom of migraines, and that was a relief. I do a lot of "international hand symbols." Jamie is pretty good at deciphering them, as this deal has been going on with me since she was a baby. Sometimes our conversations turn into a game of charades.

I remember the first time it ever happened to me, I was about 19 or 20 and my friend wanted directions to the college restroom. I was trying to point out a lady in a green striped shirt. The word green was in my head but I kept saying blue, then I switched to red and then yellow. I don't think I ever said green... and my friend decided she could hold it.

Frustrating. Freaky. Fascinating insights into the life of a stranger?

It doesn't really happen that often. Just when I have a lot going on, I guess. yeah... that was fun to talk about. :|

Maybe I should have written about cleaning the microwave instead.