'their fico score'

up early, as usual. my mom has taken my sis out to see the sites and learn where ralph's is. im listening to howard stern - something i kept meaning to do when i was up early and kept forgetting to get a radio in the hospital.

so what did i do while i was there?

mostly, i watched tv. very unexciting, right?

except ive seen every commercial on tv in the la area for the past 5 weeks. no, seriously.

my favorites: the planters peanuts ads, which seem to run only on espn and espn2; the ax body spray commercials; the jet blue comercials and the tahoma truck and volvo commercials (only because have small print saying the representations of their cars in the ads dont have anything to do with their actual products).

i also got addicted to yu-gi-oh. its on 6 times a day; i think i missed it only about 6 times in the 38 days i was there.

its time to get on bit torrent and find episodes and such.

i still weigh between 121 and 123. nuts.

my back is sore. my cousin says this could last up to 2 weeks. yuck.

so heres another post from the hospital. this one is several weeks later and most certainly while i was on drugs. i scanned this one, not for legability, but just to watch the handwriting degrade.

april 17

11.50pm

a fever, 4mg of morphine, adavan and im coasting. its tough to try and be creative now the way i feel (up and down, infection, etc). but i want to try.

flying through space, feeling close and far and drifting past things i cant touch. the bed sits up and i feel locked in panaramas of dining room chairs fly through in miniture pine. where is the family to fill it? wher are we - the chairs exist in a void like me flying through space. open it up, open it up. dont let them start. i shouldnt put the pen down because that could let to ghost writing. not that i would mind.

these are the things in my head.

im so tired.

wowsers. kids, this is what drugs will do to you. burroughs it aint. but funny enough to share.

back to bed i go.