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17 October 2004 @ 01:18 pm
painkillers do not so much kill pain as interrogate it.  
this is what i have come to know in the past day or so. i have broken myself and am on crutches and will be until the end of time, or at least the next three weeks.

at any rate, i am currently immobile, in huge amounts of pain, high from my painkillers, nauseaus from my pain killers, bored, and cold turkey on the cigarette front for the past 48 hours. and cold. oh so very cold.

imagine the joy that is my life. please, do try.
Current Mood: snarling/wounded/pathetic
Current Music: the weight - aretha franklin
spatz on October 17th, 2004 10:47 pm (UTC)
Damn. Now yesterday's post makes sense

*hugs mightily* I hope you feel better very soon, and are able to start going around looking awesome on crutches (hitting anyone who says otherwise with said crutches, of course ;)

If that doesn't work, I can write you Twelfth Night slash, if you like.