Today's numbers, random shit, and a favor to ask...

I don't get out much. I am more or less a slave to television, the internet, and the minimal time I do get out of the house when I feel up to it. This is some of the weird shit I saw today:

While watching Monster Quest on the History Channel, the North American Big Cat episode, I was made aware of the Houston Cougar Location Organization, or some almost equivalent acronym involving Houston, Cougar, and/or Puma.

No less than ten minutes after that, a Lowe's commercial featured Lisa the Carpetmaster (but don't call her the Carpet Captain).

And while waiting for Valium at CVS, I noticed that Pamela Anderson has a perfume. Who wants to smell like Hepatitus C and Tommy Lee's semen?

Today's numbers:

Vomiting: Only when I woke up. I did however sleep most of the afternoon today, so today's sample size of time is smaller than average. Update...make that 2.5. It seems like my body is making up lost time.

Diarhea: Twice. Nothing fun to talk about. They can't all be hits, you know?

Finally, a favor to ask of some of you. Lately I've been pretty down, and some of the posts in this blog have been a total bummer and have been a drag to read. I do think that I have made it clear (and if I haven't yet, listen up douche bag), I am trying to be positive and optimistic. That through all the anxiety and puke that I am trying to be funny and uplifting and I am hoping that this ends well. That being said, reality is reality and this whole circus called my life may go tits up if that's the how the cards are dealt. Lately, I have people close to me say something to the effect of "if you were to pass on, then I'm going too. I can't bare the thought of you dying". Now I get the sentiment. I really do. I love my friends and family and to think of world without any of you is a world I don't want to think about. However, put yourself in my shoes. Every day is a battle with my guts and certain days my guys win. Even when I am at my worst, I try to be cool and cordial and not drag other people into my shit, but making my health responsible for your life isn't making me puke any less. It doesn't make me want to spring out of bed and fight harder. If anything, it makes me feel worse on days I don't feel so good and less comfortable about ever having to talk about the reality of never getting any better. To be honest, it's a shitty thing to hear. Let it be known loud and clear that if any of you die early, I plan on continuing my plan of generally kicking ass, but only harder and fiercer (HEY GIRL HEY) because you won't be there to do it with me. If you honestly love and care about me, I expect you to do the same. Again, I am not trying to ignore the sentiment in the statement, but just pointing out how it sounds to a sick kid trying to hang in there.