"Sick" of TV

As any one who has been reading this blog, or knows me irl, or is on any fucking forum with me, I have been sick. For almost a week. I am pissed off about this for a couple of reasons, which I shall outline below (shall...who the fuck do I think I am?)

1. I finally went to the doctor today. I have a severe sinus and ear infection. The doc looked in my ears and said "Oh my...we could grow potato's in there" like I was six. I don't like the doctor. I feel asleep waiting and stole two of the huge q-tips. Unless you work for Aurora. Then it was some one else.

2. I am on antibiotics. I hate this for a number of reasons. It makes me unbearably gassy. Vegans are gassy to begin with. Put it to you this way, when I let one rip, the dogs leave. Also, I know none of the pills they gave me are NOT VEGAN, and they were probably all tested on animals. But I literally waited as long as I could before going in.

3. You watch too much TV when you are sick. I hate ass-hat meat commercials.

• "Happy Cow's Come from California" Happy cows aren't milked to death and then put in a flesh grinder to sell at McDeath.
• "M-E-A-T GO MEAT! I think this is a Hillshire Farm add or something. But they end every commercial with "GO MEAT". *vomits*
• Any Hardee's commercial. BUT - especially the one with the chicken wings. If you read my blog, you know how I feel about chicken wings. The commercial shows a guy eating the wings, and they saying you need like fifty of them to get full. Then the commercial shows this big hunk of chicken flesh on a bun, dripping blood or some shit. "It's a good thing chickens have big breasts". SO BIG THEY CAN'T WALK WITH OUT TIPPING THE FUCK OVER. TALK ABOUT TOP HEAVY.

I think I might be done. This typing and ranting has made me fucking tired so I am off to bed. I am going to work tomorrow. I don't care if I have to be wheeled in a wheel barrel. (that was a funny visual).

3/20 Discontented

Or something. I don't even know if discontented is a word and I don't care.

I am just feeling a little pissy and like the angry vegan that no one likes. I am not sure what it is or whats going on. It could be that I don't know any other vegans (okay one, in Madison) IRL....It could be that I didn't get enough sleep....It could be that I am just a bitch....It could be that I had to watch some one eat fucking chicken wings today in a meeting. Is that even meeting appropriate food? FUCK NO.

What the fuck is with chicken wings any way. With other flesh (beef, pork) I can see how carnists can justify eating it, because it doesn't really look like a cow or pig. (Its all cleaned up and on Styrofoam. YUM). But fuck, chicken wings, (and chicken legs for that fucking matter) look like you pulled them right off the bird and threw them in a deep fryer. Gross, gross, gross. I can't even begin to tell you how disgusting I think it is. Eating flesh off a bone is bad enough, but fucking chicken wings. Sometimes when the restaurants get those they still have feathers on them. Yum.

And why is it that the only meat that is labeled by its real name are chicken and turkey. Every thing else has a goddamn euphemism attached to it.

Okay. I am going to my favorite restaurant for a glass of wine and some food. Hopefully this will cheer me up.