I've been feeling strangely nauseous lately. I hope I have cancer of anything but my testicles.
Ten minutes later, I've got a headache, I'm hungry and tonight I'm going to drive Montreal-wards or somewhere else that isn't where I am dying now. I just hope things turn out alright.
I am so simple. I am so frustrated. I am soup.
My first-born's name will be Nemo but not because of a fucking Disney movie.