SuperSatellite ||

Okay, so, you ever have that pre-sick feeling?  You know what I’m talking about, where things just feel weird?  Not bad per se, but you know something‘s wrong, and it’s probably going to fucking suck in a couple days.  Yeah, I’m so there right now.  Not sure what the deal is, but I am being advised that it sounds pre-fluish.  I feel like I want to escape my skin, as if it is a bug infested burlap sack.  Can you imagine having burlap sack skin?  It’s horrible.  I definately have the joint pains, but some is less normal than others.  Like my lower back aches, but not so much in the spine, as it is in the stuff that makes up the lower back.  The viscera, the muscular back goo.

I say this only because normally I can tell if I’m getting sick, because it happened infrequently (once every two-three years).  More recently, I appear to have weakened and see it once or twice a year.  But I just can’t tell what’s up right now.  I don’t exactly feel sick.  I just feel…spoiled, or sour.  But every day after work the past couple days I’ve just been sore and drained.  Gone to bed early, hopped up on ibuprofen (I call it riding the big I).  I no longer have that keen insight into what my body is doing with itself.

In fact, and let’s see if people agree with me here, I was fine till I started living in Pittsburg.  I think this town has some sort of vile attachment.  A demonic fucking other, that pisses in the water and farts in the air.  Am I right or am I right?  If you live here, you know precisely what I am talking about.  And I don’t even hardly care, except that I have a meeting I really would like to not miss tomorrow, and a concert Saturday that if I am alive, I will have my ass carried there in a wheel barrow if I have to.  And if I am dead, someone will be forced to strap my rotting, lifeless corpse to their back and carry me.  It would be my dying wish.