Put that shit in my viens, Doc.

Shoot me up. Do it. Stick that shit right in my arm. Oooooooooooh....yea.....

I feel so....so invincible....nothing can get me now. But I know I'm gonna need more. I got 6 or 7 hits in today...I'll be back in a week, and two weeks after that. Today cost me $430, each of my next two will only cost $150. But damn....whatever the cost.

Nothing in Japan or Southeast Asia can get me now. Polio? I don't think so. Typhoid? Nuhuh.
Tetanus? Dyptheria? Mumps, Measles, Rubella? Not a prayer. And in a few short weeks, not even the dynamic duo, Hepatitis A or B will be able to touch me. Hell, not even the Flu is gonna get me down. I've got a prescription for Ciprofloxacin too, just in case. I'll let you look that up to see what it does. It'll be amusing for you to pick out which of its many uses for which it was actually prescribed.

That's right folks, expose me to the worst of it. I've been immunized. For the next however long, I'll have dead or dying samples of like 7 different horrible diseases in my body, as it does an autopsy on each one and my immune system gives itself the 411 on killing it. Is anyone else creeped out a little bit that the whole concept behind immunization is that you introduce a weakened version of the actual virus into your body so you can develop antibodies? Basically, right now, I have each of the aforementioned viruses, but there's almost no chance of actually contracting it in any full blown or harmful form. Only, as my doctor put it, "You're gonna feel like total crap tomorrow."

Where did all these wonderful shots go? Much to my shegrin, they didn't shoot me in the ass. Rather, I got the much more mundane shots in the arm, one right after the other during the course of casual conversation about Rennie's bar, bacon fries, the Country Fair and that nasty case of Throat Gonnorrhea going around Japan right now, which, depending on my orientation, may or may not be an issue. (May not).

I should mention though, that I really do like getting shots. Most people hate injections, but I like them. A lot. Like, almost too much. I love feeling whatever it is dissipating into my arm. It's really perverse. I know for a fact that I should never, ever do intravenous drugs. I would shoot up just for the feeling of shooting up, forget the drug itself.

Having blood drawn on the other hand, is not so cool. I hate the thought of having blood drawn. I want it back when they're done with it. Maybe it's just my imagination running wild, but I don't like the thought of someone having a repository of my DNA somewhere, frozen, waiting to clone an army of me and unleash an unstoppable tidal wave of badass onto the world. I mean think about it. It's a scary, almost paralysing thought. Bone chilling. So much cool in one place. Chilling.

So yea. One step closer to leaving the country. Go me.

Oh, and we went out to a hooka bar last night with Cole, Whitney, Mikali, Cam, and T-Bone. Yea, yea. Whitney's really cute, for the record, with the exception that I'm always reluctant to like redheads since my mother is one. But other than that she's great. And she can be a real bitch, lol. Which is a very, very good thing as far as I'm concerned.