Chicken Juices that Invigorate

Again, I haven't posted on this thing, but I have a good reason this time! I managed to get myself really, really sick. I swear to God that I have never had to down so many pills like I did that time. I'm surprised my shit wasn't white, I had to eat so many of them. I really hate pills, too. To me, those things are what symbolizes everything wrong. And they're white. Such a contradiction.

White's supposed to be the color of purity and bliss and all of that other happy shit. It's supposed to be that. But it's not. Not after they made hospitals white and pills white. That just totally killed the happiness.

Hospitals must be one of the most depressing places ever. You'd think that a place where people create life (giving birth) and where lives are saved would be happier, but they still can't get rid of the feeling and stench of death. It might just be me, though. Places that people associate with depression make me thrilled. Like, big empty libraries. I love them. I feel like I'm in a castle in one of those. And, they remind me of my husband, to boot.

A bunch of other places, too.

And, that's about it. I don't feel like writing right now. For those of you wondering about the title, I meant chicken soup. So stop freaking out, ok?