offbalance | Don't mind me, I'm just cranky.

I really don't get the issue some people have with genetic alterations. I really don't. If I could switch a few chromosomes around and my offspring (were I to ever have any) would have no allergies, no need for coke-bottle glasses, speedy metabolisms and an immune system of iron, I see no harm in that. None whatsoever.

Don't mind me, folks. I'm still sick and still hating it. Especially since I have to go to the doctor on wednesday instead of writing group. AGAIN. Especially since I am hardly able to eat ANYTHING because swallowing hurts like a beeyotch and my stomach has been whining about being underfed. Plus, I think my tongue might have gotten hurt when I was struggling not to gag on those stupid things they put in your mouth to take dental x-rays with, and chewing is also now a problem. If my body EVER starts working properly again, I'm going to reward myself with a trip to Burger Joint at Le Parker Meridien, or somewhere that has an equally good burger. And do you know what else I freaking want? A gyro platter from the Oasis. Nobody does it better.

And more than anything?? To be able to consume solids!!! AAAAGH!

But I'm well enough mentally (debateable though it may be) to go to work tomorrow. I have to be. I'm starting to lose my mind - I need to go outside and have something to do. I'm looking forward to doing work. I'd always have to have a job of some kind. If I stayed in and wrote all the time I'd be completely out of my gourd in under a year. Especially since at the moment some of my characters won't talk to me, and the ones who are talking I'm not sure if I want to deal with at the moment. *sigh* See? I'm half insane already.

Anyway, that's it. I'm going to bed. Before I seem any crazier...