Delete Button

God bless the delete button.

I can erase all the mindless crap I tend to blabber on about when i'm sedated and taking highly suspicious cough medicine that's been banned in 50 other countries but Egypt after discovering some hallucinating chemical in it.

God bless Egypt.

And God bless Toplexil for the quick fix.

Now if only I could invent a delete button for my own mouth and the yadayadabullcrap I spat out yesterday when i called up my crush from under my blanket and said a couple of ridiculous things such as " I tried talking to a wall but it got up and walked away.." (??????)

And then I kept saying "why am I calling you?" and singing when my voice sounded like that of a constipated rat high on crack.
You get the picture.

One day later i call to apologise and end up saying even more crap and the funny thing is.... he didn't seem to mind. he actually thought it was funny.

I kept laying all these traps for him, to make him tell me i'm weird, i'm crazy, everything that breaks the deal for me, but he didn't, in fact, he told me i was a lot like him, and that was a first.

Usually i'm the one going crazy while the guy sits back and watches, shaking his head, i've never had anyone to go crazy with me. hmmmmmm.

Of course my slightly swoony words have nothing to do with the sedated state of my brain, the fact that i have my period or the fact that it's zift valentine's.... man, i just want to go home and crash on my couch, i might even leave work early, i'm not feeling so hot.

I'm desperately trying to play it cool and enjoy the moment, and not let my hysterical brain take over and start arranging our future together, but you can hardly help it what with all the sick love songs on the radio (SHAME ON YOU CAPITAL FM!) and the sick red bouquets everywhere, and the sick everything about everything.

I AM HIGH ON COLD MEDICINE, PLEASE EXCUSE THE DRIBBLE AND LACK OF LOGIC.