Straight Ahead

Wow, that was fun. It's 6 o'clock at night, and I just woke up an hour ago. I had woken up at around 11, but I felt like this.



So I went back to bed.

We won the roadgame in Jax on Saturday night. It wasn't a very good game. The rink they have up there is the most ghetto place I've ever been to. I'm sure I have some sort of lung cancer now from the insulation they had at that place. The refridgeration was shit and the ice was all mushy.

Speaking of ailments, I don't know what happened this weekend, but I got banged to shit. I'm now having problems with my left shoulder, probably rotator cuff... my right knee hurts now everytime I walk... and I got hit with a shot on the back of my thigh and it created a big purple tumor. It's like a lump, it's nasty. It'll probably stop the bloodflow and they'll have to cut off my leg or something. But I'm no doctor.

Money still isn't here from Riddle, I'll have to write "bust kneecaps" on my hand. So I don't forget to hurt the people in accounting on Tuesday when my check still isn't here.

Oh yeah, someone hit me in the top of the head somehow on Friday night too... my spine kind of hurts from that. I hear that's a bad thing.

And to mindfuck me out of a bit more happiness... the mechanic from Firefly is married.



Wow, I hate that guy.

She's probably evil though, all their kind are.

But still, there goes my last reason not to shoot myself.