Thanks for not forgetting me.

This morning, I woke up to a wet feeling on my face. "What. The. Fuck.", I thought, "surely I didn't drool that much in my sleep." I got up and headed straight for the bathroom. Not even caring that I had just woke up and my eyes would hate me for it, I turned on the light to look at myself in the mirror. It wasn't drool all over my face, it was blood. Blood from my nose. "Fuck." Generally speaking, (unless I've been doing coke for a week straight), my nose only bleeds when I'm running a tremendously high fever or I have a sinus infection. No fever this morning. "I need real pseudophed. Not that shitty pseudophed PE." I turned the faucet on, washed my face and brushed my teeth. After drying off, I tore all the bedding up and threw it in the washer.

I started to walk outside to smoke a cigarette when I glanced over on the TV stand, and noticed a vanilla envelope that read: "LIZ [insert private home address here]". There wasn't a return address on the envelope, so naturally, I ripped it open to find out what it was. Inside, I found this:

A Late Xmas/Valentine's Day card from Carson Jobe. It was the first laugh I had all morning. Especially after the whole, "blood all over the place", incident. I immediately sent him a thank you, especially for not forgetting about me. Everytime I hear from Carson, it's like hearing a Weezer song on the radio; surprising, familiar, comforting, sweetheart, safezone.

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No major plans today. Laundry, obviously. Returning phone calls for work. My brothers and I are supposed to hit up downtown tonite, but we'll see if that happens.


Right now, I just need Pseudophed.