I felt The Empire State building falling and I was waiting for the impact.
Despite the few smokes and the conversation last night that went too late on the patio; sinus pressure is or has been at bay.
So I won't try to complain.
When I strolled into the lobby there was an announcement that there would be drills today.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Saturday, July 3, 2010
treatments
The pressure is really high and inside; I can feel it near my nasolacrimal ducts.
I've lost my neti pot.
I've lost my marbles.
I've lost my neti pot.
I've lost my marbles.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Thursday Morning Very Little Pressure
the black cat keeps stealing the foosball ball
there is a break in the heat wave and I am sleeping better.
The moral animal is growing and putting pees and poos in the potty.
I love my son.
there is a break in the heat wave and I am sleeping better.
The moral animal is growing and putting pees and poos in the potty.
I love my son.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
There is a link between
Humidity and sinus problems. Beer and my belly. Stinky cheese and sweet wine. Coney Island and hot dogs. Let's get the rhythm of the hot dog. Double dutch.
Today is going to be humid.
Today is going to be humid.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
I feel great
I have sinus pressure pretty bad today. I put an ice cube on the bridge of my nose, sneezed a few times, I took a hot shower, I took a few aspirn. I'm good.
I'm writing a little piece on crossover music in the 1970s.
I'm not writing that I am writing this.
Fucking distractions.
Later guys.
I'm writing a little piece on crossover music in the 1970s.
I'm not writing that I am writing this.
Fucking distractions.
Later guys.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
spring
I show my anger towards the mariachi player, mood-swings and hyper-sensitivity to smells.
I deep clean the bathroom with Clorox bleach and drink a diet pepsi, on special occasions only.
I think about the hottest days in phoenix and being burned by the seat belt. I listen to Bob Weir and
I dream about the 1990s.
I deep clean the bathroom with Clorox bleach and drink a diet pepsi, on special occasions only.
I think about the hottest days in phoenix and being burned by the seat belt. I listen to Bob Weir and
I dream about the 1990s.
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