chemical death

So it is one in the morning on Saturday morning. This is my last night at my old apartment.

Tomorrow, I move all the big stuff, including my entertainment center, my TVs, my exercize equipment, my patio furniture, my bed, etc.

But I am pretty sure I just died.

I wanted to write about it in case it turns out being true.

So as the chemical coctail continues to blend in my bathroom, here I am writing. If this entry appears and seems unfinished, it’s because I died during the making of this entry.

In the event that should happen, here is how I would like my belongings to be distributed:

Past Progressive gets my tattoos, my personal assistant, my diary, and the rights to write a movie about my life.

Smiledonkey gets my paintings, my camera, my computer, and the rights to produce a movie about my life.

Swedish Pea gets my school text books, first pick of my apartment furnishings, and the rights to directing a movie about my life.

Anxious gets to play me in the movie – and she gets all of my memories, letters, photos, and my poker chips.

A Heated Moment gets to play my boyfriend in the movie and he gets all my secret stuff.

Chantale, Beautiful Disaster, French Kiss, Victim of Changes, Menicy, Used to be Krayle, She is Electric, and ManicPrincess get to play my friends in the movie. They can fight for my DVDs, books, games, and music.

Anywho.

What happened was, I was cleaning my bathroom and I used one too many chemicals at the same time so I think i just lost 84 million brain cells. This is the closest to drunk I have felt in a long time.

Needless to say, don’t clean the glass, floors, toilet, and tub in your bathroom all at the same time. The chemicals will mix together in the air and potentially cause damage.

Now I have a major headache. My hands are dry from all the cleaning agents, and I am exhausted – with a ton of work to do tomorrow.

For those of you I didn’t mention, it’s because my brain is fried and I forgot.

No seriously.