I have been off the antibiotics now for 24 hours but I still feel dull, a bit ill.
The writing here lacks spark and gamble.
Too bad, kid.
Now, tomorrow, I must see my regular doctor to find out if I need more antibiotics or what.
The welts are still there, though smaller.
Who knows what the hell? Oh yes, the nice lady at the receptionist's desk, just as I was leaving, began talking about spider bites.
Yes, there was this fellow in his twenties.
He got bit by a spider, now he's paralyzed from the waist up." "Is that so?" I asked.
Yes," she said, "and there was another case.
This fellow..." "Never mind," I told her, "we have to leave." "Well," she said, "have a nice night." "You too," I said.
AM I feel poisoned tonight, pissed-on, used, worn to the nub.
