Tired of being sick. I've been very ill with some form of virus that will not stop. It's trying my patience the f***ing thing should die soon. I'll be so frigin' happy. I could puke joy. In regard to my mental status. I'm as crazy as ever. I despise that word, yet sometimes, I like to use it anyway. I'm at a loss for things to wright about. I'm about as comfortable as sitting in a room of vipers with those snaps for kids on the fourth of July. Just bidding my time to decide which vipers to whip snaps at. Gotta die sometime, might as well go out with a bang. I would like a last meal though. My house stinks of some sort of gas. Which as of present is undetermined about the origin. I think I nuked the basement with bleach and poison with snap-traps as the finale for the little bastards. I believe some died in the walls and are impossible to retrieve for disposal. So I'm subjecting my family to the stench of the disease ridden animals decaying. Yaayyyy! F***ing Mice, Rats, whatever it is. Die, Die, Die! I can't bring a baby home to this, and expose my children to this. I have a dehumidifier on full blast in the affected area, and the smell seems to be dissipating. Thank you God! Please respond in kind!
Mahalo.
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