colder than a witches tit in a brass bra outside

first and foremost: happy thanksgiving, turkey day, stuff till you puke day, gorge day; whatever you feel like calling it. i for one love thanksgiving, not because of the quality time i get to spend with my family, because my mom is a rad cook and i always get a shatload of leftovers to feed my fat face for at least a couple of days and this really does make not needing to find some sort of source of food for the next couple of days, easy but along with the happy thanksgiving, i hope everyone had a safe/good one. i believe i am coming down with some sort of plague yet again which means that mr. clean and his anti-bacterial wipes aren't doing what i need them to be doing and thanks to that i have a nice case of ebola working on my immune system right now. i can't say that i feel all that bad, i've got a stuffy nose, and a sorta swollen sore throat and i'm managing to spit up things i've seen in horror movies and yes that is gross but well, i am gross. but when it looks bleak that i am never going to recover from the awful chills and the yearning to be in bed when i am at work; my diet of airborn, nyquil, dayquil and whatever other medicines i can get my sausage fingers on, is helping me through it. a rousing round of events at my apartment lately, i am sleeping the worst EVER mostly because i hate spiders, and not just oh ew yuck spiders, like.... i HATE spiders and i rarely get spiders in my apartment which is a shock considering i used to find a ton of spiders in my old place in california and its twice as wet and cold up here in the pacific northwest i didn't understand the logic. so really, when i see a spider in my apartment its never in a spot where it can easily be killed -- no no, that'd be too easy of course i live in a place with vaulted ceilings (3rd floor) and the tend to nuzzle themselves nicely above the arch-way to my bathroom which is pretty much the highest point in my apartment and they tend to trick me into thinking they're going to stay there for the night. i would love to believe said bastard spiders but the fuckers never stay there. when i see a spider its usually in the wave of time in my life where i am taking medication to induce sleeping; mind you i spend 3 months not sleeping at all and the one day i would want to sleep: spiderville. they sit in one spot for 3 hours or so until i am super drowsy and can't stay awake and i fall asleep unfortunately lying in the most uncomfortable position ever, and i wake up 3 hours later to see the spider has migrated across the ceiling to the opposite wall, still nuzzled in a crack. so really i've got it mapped down pretty well now and i am onto their traversing across the ceiling over my head probably shitting in my mouth since i am sick and i'm sure i'm snoring up a wicked storm, and then they sit and wait again for me to fall asleep, and wake up and to see them traversing again but this time overhead, and down the wall where the head of my bed is, and these aren't the fat california spiders theyre all quick and shit and in a nut shell i spent most of my night sleeping on my futon watching whatever is on nbc late-night until i fell asleep with my arm up my ass and my head cocked all weird and all my limbs asleep. this really is the only exciting story i've got tricked you made you think i had more exciting shit to write about but i dont!!! though i am curious to know why my fish seems to want to jump out of his bowl all of the time, he swims all fast back and forth like a douche its weird he's giving me a coronary.