It has been a really good day, but could have gone the other way too. I woke up to my alarm at eight am, at wispys from some hard partying. A few minutes later wispy came in an told me I was late for work. "I work at nine" I smirked. "Yea it is ten!" OH SHIT.

But no one was mad, and i had a great day at work. Hung over and stupid. I did little work and much sitting and making stupid comments. Great. And i talked to this guy marshal i work with. Told him I was glad he was learning the line, and that at first i was scared he was going to steal my job, but that that was a stupid thing to fear. I think he understood what I meant.

Then I stayed late and we did the first three person close down, instead of the regular two. Then at around 3:45 I was taking out the garbage. I was swinging the bag next to my leg, and felt something as the bag brushed my calf. I looked down to find a cut on my leg, a big cut, with blood slowly emerging from it. I was so confused I took off my shoe so not to get blood on my sock. Then realized that was not sanitary and fumbled it back on and ran inside and wrapped a washcloth around my leg. It was fucking deep. I wasn't going to go the the hospital thought, until Marshal said, "idon't know man, that is like you fatty tissue, that wont heal up" , so I got the rest of the day off of work.

At the hospital I was very calm but talkative, maybe because i was in shock a little bit. Anyways the doc was cool. he stiched me up while i watched, and truthfully I could probably feel it a bit more than I was suposed to because I hurt. Then he gave me some tools and told me how to pull out the stiches myself because that was what I wanted. All in all, that was pretty cool, oh yea and I don't have to shower for a few days, doctors orders.

At home I told all my bro's and ho's.... um yea. Then I sat outside and wondered if it would rain. It did, so i layed in it for a bit, but went inside so as to not get my bandage wet. But i watced it pour for about ten minutes. It was really nice. Big ol drops, that fluxuated, hard then soft.

Now I will go to bed, all my buds are at the bar, and though I wanted to go with them, Truthfully I didn't becuse I don't like that kind of setting, I feel insecure there. So having to go to sleep is a nice excuse.

So why such a good day, or why is my view that it was a good day. Well, there can only be one reason. It is Eric's birthday. Hey Eric, happy birthday mother fucker. YOu Rockj!!! Yea that is right rock-e-ja.

Today

jonR

Saturday 24 July 2004 at 10:58 pm

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I think fatty tissue would be an awesome band name. then everytime someone said it, you could tell that story. FATTY TISSUE FOR LIFE MOTHA SUCKA! SUCK MY MUTHA SUCKIN MOTHA MOTHA SUCKA!
Levy
Saturday 24 July 2004 at 10:58 pm

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