If I ever get any time when I’m not either working or trying to kill myself by falling off of ladders, I might start blogging again. I’m fine, but my back hurts like hell. I’m not sure, but I think a kidney exploded on impact, and maybe even my spleen. Fuck, I don’t know, all I know is it hurts. And no, I wasn’t drunk. Then. Later, I self-medicated with some left over pain pills from 2002 I found in the linen closet and I washed them down with some vodka I found in the back of the freezer. Apparently, I have drugs and booze stashed all over my house. Maybe I should spring clean sometime, but then again, if I found everything all at once I’d probably OD. So laziness is saving my life, y’all. Besides, it’s like going on an Easter egg hunt every time I have a headache or cramp. I really should become a test subject for research into the effects of old medicine and booze on the human body. Maybe I’ll look into that later, but right now I’m going to go party like it’s 1999. Seriously. I just found some muscle relaxers dated then.
Until I regain consciousness, here’s a picture of a goat:41 Comments