I Don't Need Your Stinking Air

I'm caving in. I need to make a doctor's appointment so I can go back on steroids. No, I'm not going to become a super jock, I'm just going to get a new puffer. Because of colds and flus, I've been taking my puffer pretty much several times a day for the past month. My lungs aren't improving. This has got to stop. I can't speak without coughing, and I can't exercise, let alone make it through a kung fu warm up without having to sit on the sidelines hyperventilating with my asthma bong. Teaching my dance classes is difficult since it's so hard to talk or move without having a coughing fit. The past month has been terribly unproductive, and if I need the 'roids to live again, so be it. The last time I used them was about seven years ago. It's just too bad my doctor's office is closed today. I'd really like to get this out of the way, but I refuse to go to the after hours clinic unless it's an emergency. I can't stand waiting for hours amongst a crowd of people with a great variety of contagious diseases.

In other news, I want indigo hair. I won't get it, though. That would cost a lot of money, and I don't even have a little bit of money. I've also been working on a new website for my religious studies project. I'm playing around with some new design ideas.

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