My ear hurts. It hurts way down inside, and it's driving me batty. I hate annoying shit like this. Being the paranoid crazy-ass I am about my orifices, the first thought I had was..."What if someting crawled down in there and died? I've officially watched too effin' many Discovery Health shows about emergency room oddities. This is right up there with the unborn twin I'm quite convinced I have inside me....somewhere. When I get a headache he's gnawing his way out of my head. When I have a sore muscle he's gnawing his way out of my back. You get the picture. Now I obviously have a colony of roaches or spiders or other such nasties sexin' in my ear before dying of an orgasm-induced heart attack.
That's all I need on a Friday when the Normans are comin' to the 'brary. Pray for my soul.
CD: Joni Mitchell....Blue
Reading: The Soul of Sex...mostly.
In my head: Nasties.