Posted by Ike (165.121.237.212) on March 29, 2001 at 08:10:56:
After of over three weeks of only minor skirmishes, the bastard slipped up on last night. I didn't see him coming, so by the time I realize it, the battle was on. I had no patience with him, especially since I had enjoyed such a long reprieve(some what). So what do I do? I fought the Devl hard, and I DO MEAN HARD . I hit him with a dose of a secret deadly pill(Maxalt-MLT), then I bombed him with poison gas(O2), then for good measure I stabbed him with my STEELY KNIFE(Imitrex injection). I watch with enormous joy as the "SCUZ BAG" crawled into the corner of my skull beaten and defeated, and and curled into a small ball. Almost as if in a "prematal" position. Exhausted from the battle, I retired into blissful sleep, dreaming of awakening and finding his rotting and decaying body all that was left. HENCE, MY DISAPPOINTMENT! I was awakened by a all too familiar feeling. The feeling that he is not DEAD. I DID NOT KILL HIM! WHY? How could he survive that battle? Nothing could survive that! Today is "doctor day", so we will devise another plan of attack. We will conquer this Demon. There is no place for evil spirits in my life. "We shall overcome"(MLK) The battle rages on! Keep the faith people. I AM! I'M GONN' GET HIM, COME HELL OR HIGH WATER! THERE! I feel better now. I hope ya'll do.
ps. Watch my back, I'll watch yours.
"God bless us each and every one" (Tiny Tim)