cornerofmadness

Dad picked up surprisingly enough (usually he lets me go to voice mail, he must have been bored).

Me - I'm dying. Come get my body.
Dad - you must be dreaming.
Me - At least come get my stuff
Dad - Your landlord can have it
Me - Take Kanda home
Dad - Landlord can have him too

He pawns me off on Mom.
Me - I'm dying. Come get my body.
Mom - No
Me - At least come get my stuff
Mom - All right, I'll have a yard sale.
Me - Take Kanda home
Mom - Give him to your brother. - After several more minutes of conversation- I DO want your couch and the memory foam bed and the computer. I'll have to come for that stuff.

Will someone be sure I'm buried? My parents are utterly unsympathetic to my plight. IN all seriousness I'm SICK. I kept waking up every 40-60 minutes the entire night because I'd stop breathing, thank you entirely plugged sinuses. So if i got three hours sleep I'm lucky. I got some cold remedies AND my damn simply saline. Let me just say this, spraying saline solution into an inflamed and infection sinus (in spite of what it says to do) is akin to running acid into your brain. Instead of running a fever my body did it's let's freeze out the bacteria and dropped to 95 and after I took the sinus meds (with a fever breaker in it) THEN I ran a fever. Eyes body sideways.

Blech.

got a rejection for my Welsh story (You can read more on that at the link) I'm trying to decide what genre to expand it into. Weigh in if you'd like.

I’d go to church just to see this