4th Day of Christmas

My right leg won’t sleep. It just keeps dancin’ some kind of jig on its own. And becuz it won’t sleep, the rest of me is havin’ a problem also. So, I just got up and went to the kitchen and fixed myself a p-nut butter sandwich. Probl’ly should have a small glass of milk to wash it down but I’ll think about that.
I’ts probably the predisone that keepin’ me awake. It’s famous for that. I have some sleeping pills in there but they make me feel so bad I hate to take ‘em. Like being drunk all day without the fun of getting that way. All dizzy headed and staggering about, bouncing off wall and feeling like I’m gonna fall down. All that and no whoopee, no dancing and no girls. Ain’t hardly worth the effort. ‘Sides, it was never fun getting drunk alone. You need people and music and someone to dance with and someone to hit now and then. Otherwise, what’s the purpose? Also, you should wake up broke and with a hangover.
Lessee.....Tues was Christmas.......Wed was Chemo Day.....Thurs was the 3rd day of Christmas.........this must be Friday.....the 4th day of Christmas.......four calling birds, I think.....or was it three calling birds and four french hens? I’d ask Sarkozy but I think he’s Hungarian and his new girlfriend is Italian. Way to go, Sarkozy...............
I’m glad we’re friends with the French again. They’re a snotty bunch but they have great bread and they let their dogs shit in the street. And besides, it’s someplace where Jerry Lewis and Michael Jackson can go and be welcome. And if they get dogshit on their shoes, no one cares.
I wonder what kind of crap I might have written if I’d gotten some real honest to goodness illegal type drugs into me. LSD and Heroin, Cocaine and Morphine......You lies de castle of me fadder, kuklastan & ollie.......... prob’ly a good idea I never fouled out....found out. hell, maybe I fouled out and just never knew it.
H appy 4 th day of Christ mas everyone.....Justin Other Smith