||[Jan. 8th, 2004|05:20 pm]
an island unto herself
So I sleep all day because I feel sick as a dog. I woke up, after having a long intricate dream that Sadaam Hussein was my great uncle or something and we had to keep him locked in this, like, shed thing in a The Sims-like house that I lived in, I look at my pillow and there's blood all over it. So I just figure my ear bled a little bit (because it did hurt like a motherfucker all night), and just kind of wiped the dried blood off of my neck with a washcloth, and went and made toast.
So Mike and Lizzie get home, and I laughingly point to the pillow. Mike's like, "what the fuck did you do??" and so I ask him to inspect the back of my ear, because I could not properly see it with the mirror. So he does, and as it turns out, theres a gigantic huge ball on the back of my ear which Mom thinks is a "ball of puss" and Mike thinks is just a big scar from my ear ripping (much-like Mike's friend, who's having his lump removed.) So it's all infected and bloody and gooey and lumpy, and I finally just gave in and took out my earrings.
Check it out:
Fucking gross, I tell you.