can't sleep.
all this coughing keeps me up. and that theraflu crap unsettles my stomach.
i was bed ridden for a few days earlier this week. i didn't even go to class.
today i went, and thought about swinging by CBGB's to pay my respects to joey ramone.
pete went the day after he heard the news. he said people were leaving flowers and putting up pictures in front of the club.
he's actually met joey on a couple of occasions.
joey's friends often shopped at the music store where pete works at, so he had a hint that joey was sick about 8 months ago or something. i don't know. something pete said.
my mind as been so foggy.
i wish i was better.
i wish i wasn't sick.
sick.
that is why i didn't go to CB's. because the moment i stepped out of the house, my nose was like an open faucet. and i was running out of tissues.
i was miserably cranky and just wanted to go home.
ah, maybe i'll go next week.
mmm... we'll see...
i should attempt sleep now...
as joey would say, "i wanna be sedated.."
may the daddy of punk rest in peace.
5:10 a.m. - 2001-04-20
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