February 13th, 2004

Self-Portrait 3

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God, I feel like I've got the shit kicked out of me. Throat's sore from the sick, my shoulders and my triceps hurt from all the falling I did Wednesday night, my neck's stiff from the tossing around that got done to me Wednesday night, and my elbow's bruised and my ankle's swollen from tripping down the stairs the other day. Then ankle's really not bothering me at all unless I wear my new boots; the collar on them's so stiff that I can barely walk in them. I suppose I should count my blessings, tho'. If I hadn't caught myself I'd've pitched headfirst down a flight of concrete stairs, and that would've sucked big hairy uncircumcised.

Whatever, I still feel like somebody threw me a beatdown. Poppin' some pills; goin' to bed.
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