Motherfucker!

I am sick again, what the hell?
I came home and I saw my family sick, but somewhere from my silly little head came a voice saying "It'll be fine Kal, you just recovered from this, you have immunities Kal, IMMUNITIES!" Little did I know I didn't have said immunities. So now happy chipper lovable Kal goes to hide in  closet while miserable pessimist Kal comes out to play. Damn it.

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Quick update

A: You haven't heard from Ol' Hank or I because it's getting to be crunch time round here with finals and all, you can likely expect more posts in a week and a half or so.

B: This beard I've been growing for the past two months is finally starting to fill in, and it just so happens to make me look somewhat ironically militant with my awesome khaki jacket. So that's pretty cool, I'll probably end up shaving it soon though, I really look much nicer clean shaven.

C: Still sick but no longer in complete and total misery, I've reattained a reasonably normal sleep pattern.

Thanks for maybe possibly giving a damn

~Kal

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*Sigh*

I'd like to apologize to our dear veiwers, or lack there of, for my unpleasantness in past days. My own discomfort is no excuse to bitch and mope and whine over the internet, I hope you can forgive me.
Also I have a message for my school:

Dear Metro State Administrators and Office Staff,
Please go fuck yourselves, preferably with a rusty snow shovel.

With Love,
Kal Jameson

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Grr (Subject to mild exaggeration)

I thought I was getting better, I'd barely coughed all day, suddenly it's 5 AM and I'm coughing card hard enough to jettison my precious Halls drops clear out my mouth and across the room.
Jesus Christ when will this fucking end?
~Kal

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Ugh.

It's been a rough week. I've barely slept. And, I know it isn't his fault, but Kal's coughing all night long doesn't help. Maybe if I get sick though I can pass out or something. The good news is, the lack of sleep has given me tons of time to work on school and to write whatever I want. So I suppose I'll share some of that with you now. The recreational writing, that is.

Soft whispers into an eager ear, hoping for more than sweet nothings, bring a moment of overwhelming joy as a promise is confirmed that was once merely unspoken and uncertain. Nipping lips send ripples ecstasy down a trembling body. Sensing impending fulfillment, that body turns, expecting the embrace of a lover, but falls into the arms of ashes. The body of Love sits wasted in the ruins of what never was and frail hands cover the face of Fantasy, hoping to stop the sting of tears that are, ultimately, inevitable and inexorable. The ash turns to sooty mud as the tears stream ever more and more down the face of Mourning, washing away the memories of lies as the morning light falls into the empty twilight of broken promises. It was all sweet nothings after all.
The ash swept away, leaving only stained and hard and cold granite beneath, the body of Hope rises with the moon and looks beneath the stars. There is no longer room in the mind of Reality to consider the sky. Eyes follow the ground, a trail to mundanity. Disgusted, but broken, feet begin to walk.

Cheery, no? Inspired by a weird commercial that I can't even remember the details of anymore. All I know is there was a hill in the background. I know it wasn't very long, but when something ends, it ends, y'know? There's more I could share, but Kal is sleeping and I feel very much like a nap is coming on right now. I have to take advantage of these when I can.


-Michenab

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