Over forests of blackened trees...

So I went for the blood tests today. The nurse was slightly unhinged but mostly it was okay. I have no clue when or who will get the results, but I don't really care that much. Then I decided to go the dermatologist and I'm glad I did... She gave me antibiotics for the thingies on my arm, some bacterial infection or what. Then I showed her my feet and she was like 'this is gonna be difficult...' Oh the luck of  having atopic dermatitis and warts on your foot. So she prescribed me like gazillion different creams and shit like that which cost a small fortune (the antibiotics were more expensive than all the other stuff combined though) and I'm supposed to be going there like every month preferably for some warts treatment. Oh well.

Also, I should write. Like, really.

And, I promised (kinda)
demetrelli
 that I'd put up some poems from the book by Tim Burton I bought in England. The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy & Other Stories

( Tim Burton's a genius =)  )