Levoquin

I am on my second set of antibiotics, the first having failed spectacularly at curing my sinus infection and causing it to come back tenfold with a vengeance.

I had to take another day off from work, in which I tried to sleep but the blinding pain in my nose and face wouldn't allow such a luxury.

I missed Halloween too. I could have gone to any number of places, surrounded myself with great friends, but no. I sat at home in my Nancy Spungen costume, watched 30 Rock on Netflix, and played Vampire Wars.

Instead of giving me the shits, this new antibiotic just makes me very tired. Sick of being sick, sick of taking Nyquil and Robitussin and Theraflu and Fisherman's Friends and my nose is red and ugly.

Bundle of joy, that's what I am. My brother and I did watch Shaun of the Dead yesterday, best zombie movie ever (objectively not really but I just love watching it). My sister bought Fright Night with the always lovely Prince Humperdink (otherwise known as Chris Sarandon), and I did manage to carve a pumpkin with a cat and a crescent moon, only bungling it up a little. Oh, and we ate fantastic salted pumpkin seeds, sooooooo yummy.

I need cigarettes but don't have the energy to shower up and go outside. After yesterday's wind storm, today has turned out quite lovely. Sky blue skies and crisp cold Fall air. A decent day, actually.

The quitting of the smoking is not going well. Truly I detest smoking, but my willpower is at an absolute low currently. I look like crap, feel like crap, and I just don't care.

In other news, the lament of Tori Amos' career begins today.

She has been so spectacular in the past but somehow her muse has been corrupted and she's fallen into the trap of self-important weirdo musician. It saddens me considerably, but there are an infinite amount of artists out there making far better music than her, and I am moving on. Nothing can beat the glory of Blood Roses or Putting the Damage On (to which I cried when I saw her live in August, sue me).

I promised my bestest buddy Cisco that I would download the iTunes version of her new record "Midwinter Graces" (yeah, I know), since he is buying the other two and it is his mission in life to acquire every recording ever produced by Tori. Gag me.

I'd rather spend money on finishing my Will Oldham/Bonnie Prince Billy collection, or figuring out how to make Caleb from Kings of Leon fall in love with me.

Tori did talk about nicotine and cigarettes and smoking a lot on her last album, which intrigued me. Often when an artist/musician/band references smoking, it makes me happy in an oh so not pc way. Because people smoke! We do! People actually like smoking!!! There's something to the whole smoking thing, why else would we do it?

I was addicted to nicotine yet when the nicotine fully left my body, I still craved a cigarette like nobody's business. Why? Not because of my nicotine addiction, but because of my psychological addiction. So - when it is portrayed in artwork, I relate.

Just for fun....