Tuesday, February 24, 2004 I want scurvy, I want rickets
A few days ago, those nosy fucks at Hopkins called me up to tell me I was anemic. I was like, "Yeah, so?" because while I'm sure it's probably something I should work on, I wasn't too surprised that my iron went down after two weeks of nearly iron-less vegetarian hospital food. ("I guess I'll have the melon plate for lunch. And dinner.")
They wouldn't let me off the phone until I promised to take vitamins. I suppose I will, but first, I need to confirm something.
I've heard that if one is indeed low on iron, if a prankster runs a gold ring over one's face, it will leave a black mark. Probably, this phenomenon is caused by magic.
Unfortunately, I don't know anybody who really wears gold. I guess it's just one more reason to befriend the gangsta kids whose ancestors probably stepped right off the Mayflower. They hang around downtown, and don't dress appropriately for the weather. That's rebellion. New England Style!
More and more, I'm thinking I want to try living up here. It's because I like ice with dirt in it. And I'm a moooooooooron.
But you know, so many of the warm weather areas are so, so very scummy. I'm looking at you, Florida. posted by Frenz | 2/24/2004 01:19:00 AM
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