Misery Calling Orson

Every nerve is trying to overthrow me. They wont stop screaming. Just below the surface of my seemingly normal outer layer they flail and scream. Like the damned people in the lake in that movie with Mork and the "show me the money" guy. I just gotta make it to lunch. Dad's taken me out I think. Probably to Hooters. He acts like they have great food. He loves to flirt with the waitresses. Dirty old man. Up until a coupla years ago all my girl friends thought he was good lookin. All the ladies in the neighborhood loved to see him jogging. Anyway seeing him will make me glad Im doing something that makes him uber happy. Plus it will remind me why I cant give my body extra reasons to get cancer. Realistically I'll be lucky to live 25 more years anyway. I guess I can get some cheap insurance in a few weeks when the evil poison leaves. Gollum is on my back telling me everything he can to get me to crack. I gotta keep going. This is the last truly awful day. Day 3. The next month will just be about an eigth of the suckyness of today. I need a slow sweet hug from a strange girl who smells good. That always makes everything better.