A night in the ER

So the last few days have been awful, I have spent the the last few days in the er for menijitis (which is probably spelled wrong) and it attacks your brain and spine. It was worse than my mother telling me that biggie small's died because I talked in church. The picked and pronged me until I couldn't breathe and more, I half expected them to come back and tell me I was a girl, like that african track tranny. (Clever). After trying to convince the doctor that I am doing better, almost like convincing that immigrant office that just because we are from Trinidad we do speak english, no need for a translater, they let me go. I get home and I lay home around all day with 30 rock.
I have been drugging myself with vitamin c and calcuim like Scott Storch did coke, with 30 million, me with 7 bucks. I feel more drugged up than madonna before she realize she was about turn 50 and a new face was due. So chocolate thunder is doing a little bit better. As I am curled on my couch wondering why the page layouts are the same in details, gq, elle I am doing a lot better. So the census is don't get menijitis, you will fell like a slut. Not any kind of slut but the kind that was passed around in 1996 like the macarena. Everyone did it at partys just to past time. So see you at work tomorrow.
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