July 05, 2004
Ack. Cough.
Morning.
I was cleaning yesterday instead of playing like I'm sure most people did.
I had some black mold to kill and so I set to work killing said mold with bleach.
I scrubbed and rubbed and soaked and scraped and the mold is now dead.
But in the process of killing said mold, I inhaled bleach fumes and my lungs have been on fire ever since.
They ache, my nose is stuffed and runny and I keep sneezing in my bodies attempts to rid itself of the offending bleach.
I will live.
The boys lit off their fireworks last night and we watched our neighbors set off theirs.
Mother nature had her own show that was better than any fireworks I think.
She lit up the sky with bolts of blue and white and ripped them across the dark night skies over and over again competing with the man made ones shooting off from the surrounding beaches and streets.
She kept up her show longer than anyone else and when she saw that she was victorious in her display of light, she opened the sky a little more and let down the rains in gentle showers and put out any still burning sparks left on the ground by careless men.
We went to sleep tired and hot and they all still sleep but me who tossed and turned and sneezed bleach fumes all night long.
I woke up feeling like the kind of chemical hangover I used to get back in the day of sniffing rush from little brown bottles.
The high was always weird and clouded your head and the next day you felt a little groggy, a little less smart, a little more confused.
Some people in my town sniffed more than me and it was obvious. They were ones with the sort of glazed donut looks in their eyes.
I hated spending money on that shit. One stumble on the uneven sidewalks of the square and your bottle falls from your hand, purse, back pocket, $15 was wasted.
It never seemed worth it to me anyways because of the groggy, achey hangover the next day.
Sniffing was stupid and I know that now as I sit here feeling like I used to the day after and wanting to crawl back into bed. Wanting to block out light and noise and start over without the head pounding and confusion.
Tony say it with pictures.
While I was lighting shit off, they got me pretty bad too.