another day another hour another handful of pills
i can’t tear open these blister packs
another edit on the page of my never ending ills
i forget my name in the dead of the night
i keep tumbling down down down down
the box car tells me that it’s alright
if i can wake up, it’s likely i didn’t drown
this fever is making me rhyme
i don’t normally think in verse
this swine flu better kill me soon
prose is bad; country rock is so much worse
i’ll probably recover and put this week all behind me
another pebble in my nylon bag of tricks
it’s day six and i’m all out of the words that define me
i don’t know the usernames of the nerds that i licked
media frenzy says i could die now but i don’t believe it
i’m perilous but this isn’t enough
my end will come with a ridiculous display
an octopus, tuesday morning, two pine trees and marshmallow fluff
delicious juice dot com 
When I write the soundtrack to go along with the movie they make of my life, the liner notes will be awesome.
I really can’t open the blister packs; they’re child proof and I have no finger nails.
I woke up this morning in a panic because I couldn’t remember my name – “Kimli” sounded fake and stupid and clearly didn’t belong to me. I Tweeted my anxiety and laid down again, only to get up 20 seconds later when Boxcar alerted me to a message from Chris saying he didn’t remember my name either. It made me feel better.
Last night I discovered The Mountain Goats. My apologies to John Darnielle for the above song.
I keep a small nylon bag in my purse that contains makeup, small tools, headphones, etc. It also holds various things that I always have on me; one of the things being a small, almost perfectly round, flat pebble.
I claim that I contracted H!N! by licking nerds at PAX.
“Perilous Kimli” is a running gag from Calgary, stemming from that one time I hurt myself in a half dozen ridiculous ways in one week.
So there.