LISTEN!
HEY!
Been a fucking while. To be honest I'm attributing 90% of my laziness to the whole mundane existence that seems to be my life as of late.
Wake up.
Brush teeth.
Pull on 325352 layers of clothes.
Go to work.
Come home.
Nap.
Do nothing for a solid 5 hours,
Sleep. Rinse and repeat.
Its brutal to be honest. I feel like all of the life has been sucked from me because when i DO get home all i wish to do is sit at my desk and play video games or watch tv until I fall asleep.
I need a break.
Also i have been working for 10 days straight (save for a day off because of my foot laceration, more on that later) and so the constant stream of crap doesn't help at all. But alas, I chose the job.
So saturday afternoon while preparing to go to Schmailey's rugby game with Johnny I decided to run up to my room and grab my laptop to check where the location of said game was. Turning around quickly to dart out of my room back to the living room I felt a bump on my foot. I thought for a moment I had hit it against my computer chair, but no. I look down and see my crumbled glass sculpture in the place where my foot had just grazed, the place where I sat my sculpture down when it had given out under the misplaced weight the very same morning.
Looking at my foot I saw inside of my flesh and then the volcano of blood erupted. I whipped off my sock and while screaming every curse word I could think of I watched the red ooze drip onto the carpet.
Of course my mom's only reaction was, "GET OFF THE CARPET!!!"
Of course my mom's only reaction was, "GET OFF THE CARPET!!!"
No worries fucker, just bleeding out here...
So long story short I made my way to the bathroom and bled all over everything in reach until my mom aided me in patching myself up. Now I still have a sore, large cute on my foot and a little jab of pain when I walk, though it is improving.
Thats all thats new here really. Oh! I played LA Noire and thoroughly enjoyed it, even though I still need to finish parts of it. I'll write something pretty up about that tomorrow perhaps.
GONUCKSGO
GONUCKSGO
GONUCKSGO
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