A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- shaking like a dog shitting razorblades Hah! survived another day at the office... my goddamn jaw still looks like i'm wearing half of Brando's appliance from The Godfather but i went to a majick shop earlier and they had herbs and i was able to find some lavendar blossoms which i have been doing my best to chew on... i rather enjoy the taste... no more self surgery like last night although it worked to a certain extent - it relieved some of the pressure and i was able to eat today, but the constant needle sticks just irritated a different part of my mouth in a slightly different and less severe way, trying to use the bigger syringes as a form of shunt... i brush my teeth regularly - it was a stab from a piece of tostada shell that started this i'm almost tempted to get a dental implant to cover the space just so i never have to worry about some sharp piece of crunchy food making me look like i lost a fight see, like i've said before, as far as sensations go, i am something of a pain junkie, i had this weird, euphoric fear about sticking that needle in my mouth... although i could definitely feel the 25g more than the 29g and i'm not even going to tell you what an adventure the moment i spent with the 20g was (yeeowch!)... although, interestingly enough i'd be shit scared to let someone else do that.... even a trained professional The lady in charge of this project (not my friend the Grey Lady) is really climbing to the top of my shit list faster than i think anyone has ever climbed it before. This task is not the only thing the grey lady or i have on our plates and sometimes those other tasks supercede this one in relative importance, even if every third-rate politician in the neighborhood wants to weigh in somehow or other on this one. 5:23 p.m. - 2002-12-18 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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