oh my stars

i was in the hospital. that's where i was. i had female troubles and since i don't like reading about other people's female troubles, i won't make you read about mine in any detail. just suffice to say they hurt like a motherfucking kangaroo. whatever that means. i would also like to say that my gyno at the hospital, nice little resident named dr. ronica mcbrayer was pretty good... but only because it takes one to know one.

i'm home now and the only thing keeping me from feeling as bad as i did when i went in are the pills. i have to take a lot and lot of pills. not as good as the stuff i was getting at the hospital (morphine wheeeeeee) but still ok. things are veryvery bad. its all messy and there's no food or clean dishes so i'm eating mostly saltines and applesauce. i haven't fed the rats yet today cause of the excruciating pain and nausea and they've discovered they can escape the bathtub and chew on the walls and play rat-in-your-hair when i'm in there. lovely. i can't clean up after them at all. i tried. ohgodithurtsithurts too much. things are not looking very good. not good at all. i don't know what to do. i really don't. i think i'll just go listen to some linkin park.