Surviving, for now

Okay, I've survived another 24 hours. I haven't used quite as many tissues as I had this time yesterday -- but, I've got more drugs in me at the moment -- and I've had more bits of brain and internal organs come out today than yesterday. My throat still feels like a bondfire is raging in it. More or less, everything above my neck is killing me. I only got 3-4 hours of sleep last night on the drugs I took before bed. Then, my inflamed throat kept me up the rest of the night. I slept with a bottle of throat spray and used it at least every half hour. A heavy dose of throat spray would quell the fire for only a brief moment. I know I'm dying. I want the Phenom to have my gold ring. The Chick can have my iPod and music collection. Instead of a funeral, I want everyone to have a margarita and toast the life I tried to lead.