I sleep under a furnace on a bed of rusty nails with bricks for a pillow. Is it any wonder that I'm a light sleeper?
January 21, 2009
Them Good Old Days.
List of things to do: I'll have a plate and a screw in my wristy-poo, some betadine, with stitches, and a half-cast too. None of this without sedation, I'd hate that. Wouldn't you?
Trying to write in a pain-infused Vicodin haze is sucky. I look forward to the return of normal.
Ooooooooooomigod, you're not going to have one of those gizmos where the screws go from the outside in through your skin, are you? Because I can't even thi nn n k--
I'm Mr. Krotpong. This is my blog. I post what I like, when I like. I take most of these pictures. I write many dorky things. Don't hold it against me. I'm a nice person.
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2 comments:
such tiny tiny beers.
i hope your parts mend up in an acceptable fashion, and soon. ouch!
mandi
Ooooooooooomigod, you're not going to have one of those gizmos where the screws go from the outside in through your skin, are you? Because I can't even thi
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::passes out::
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