Did y'all know that Haagen Daz doesn't really cure a sore throat? I think that fantasy was finally destroyed for me today. Ice cream, however, has been the only food I can force down, and one does need food to live, so I guess it all evens out in the end. I guess it could be worse. I coud be able to eat only evil non-fat ice cream.

Our apartment is about ten feet away from the communal pool. I call it, "The Diaper Wash," because for some reason all the young mothers (there are many here) cannot seem to grasp that it is FUCKING NASTY to let their babies swim in the pool in their gigantic soggy diapers. Chlorine can only do so much, yo. I also call the pool, "Pinkeye Waiting to Happen."

Anyway, as I have been confined to the bed what with wobbly legs, wobblier stomach and a grande mal headache that's taking it's sweet ass time dissipating, the day long joyful screeching of these diapered babies in the pool ten feet from my window is less than heart warming. Does it make me evil that the only laugh I laughed all day came from the rapid scrambling everyone did to OMGGETTHEFUCKOUTTATHEPOOL when the thunder rumbled? If anyone thinks that is wrong, then you may go swimming in the Screaming Pool of Cess.

I just totally thought of the name for my new horror movie. "Screaming Pool." The tagline will be, "The DEATHGUARD is always on duty!"