September 14, 2009
Right Round
September 14, 2009I spin my head right round, right round when I go down, when I go down, down. Or get up for that matter. Or walk around. Not to mention I se...
I spin my head right round, right round when I go down, when I go down, down. Or get up for that matter. Or walk around. Not to mention I seem to permanently afflicted with nausea. I have no idea what is apparent reason, but I think I can say with reasonable conviction that it was the shady Malabar Barotta I had for dinner yesterday.
Thanks to my present condition, I couldn't go for my 6.00 am tax class because I'm pretty sure the tax prof wouldn't appreciate puke as a valid input, no matter how enthusiastic it is. Not to mention my mother who thinks that the only trip I'm capable of making today is to the bathroom.
My head spins, my stomach is a butterfly battlefield and I can't think straight.
I'm never falling in love.
Thanks to my present condition, I couldn't go for my 6.00 am tax class because I'm pretty sure the tax prof wouldn't appreciate puke as a valid input, no matter how enthusiastic it is. Not to mention my mother who thinks that the only trip I'm capable of making today is to the bathroom.
My head spins, my stomach is a butterfly battlefield and I can't think straight.
I'm never falling in love.