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Jett Superior laid this on you on || November 17, 2002 || 10:20 pm

I’ve been put on notice that if I don’t have some semblance of a voice tomorrow that I am going to the doctor and my wishes on the matter will be null and void.

Apparantly Maxim woke in the middle of the night to hear me making some Gawd-awful noise and upon asking me what was wrong, I informed him that the walls of my throat were literally sticking together and I thought I might very well asphyxiate soon if not delivered a glass of water post-haste. After some time I breathed normally once again and went back to my dreams of kicking PTA mothers in the shins with my favorite Doc Martens.

I don’t remember any of this, but apparently it scared the holy bejeebus outta my loving spouse (he’s just scared that he’ll be stuck here on Earth alone with the kids and no one to play The Heavy), thus the declaration. Maxim doesn’t make sweeping declarations often (I would balk, then I would hit him with a skillet), so when he does I’m rather inclined to sit up and take notice.

SO….if you’re a praying-type people, or a cross-your-fingers-and-wish-good-things-type people, then lay it on me. Even if you’re a burn-things-and-howl-at-the-moon-to-achieve-desired-results people. Anything. Anything at all. I’m sick of being sick. The dark circles under my eyes and the lethargy gotsta GO. I can’t live like this.

But it’d be GREAT to not have to go to the doctor, ya get me?

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  1. The Fancy Llama 11.18.2002

    I’ll pray, I’ll cross my fingers, and I’ll definately burn stuff. But the neighbors said if they hear me howling at the moon one more time, they are calling the cops.

    I hope ya ease the disease.

     
  2. Jett 11.20.2002

    I spoke to your neighbors, and they said that it is not so much the howling, as the NATURE of the howling.

    Whatever that means. I think your neighbors been using a little too much lemon pepper or something, if ya ask me.

     

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