6/15/10

67. Unhinged

I am unhinged and in denial of it. The wound inflicted upon my hand earlier today is starting to get red. Lenore thinks it’s infected. Of course it is. And more than that, it’s given me Tetanus. Although I deny it to Lenore and Burbank, that eye twitching earlier was not the sun or tiredness. Because now my fingers are twitching as well, my neck feels stiff, and I haven’t had anything to drink all afternoon because I don’t want to admit to the others that I’m having trouble swallowing.

We went to the Arc de Triumph and I started babbling on about skeletons and zombies. The bacteria has gotten to my brain. I don’t think I’ll survive until tomorrow without medical attention.

Venus de me

1 comment:

  1. Dear Burbank,

    I wasn’t talking about zombies. I was explaining to Lenore about what I learned on the Travel Channel about the bones in the catacombs. You shouldn’t eavesdrop on other people’s conversations. Considering you’re fabricating symptoms, you may want to do some research. I’m not so sure being delusional is a symptom of tetanus.

    --Milo

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