January 26th, 2006

hot thinking

I. Am. Going. To. Die.

I mean it. I don't know how someone dragged a truck through here to hit me, but it's been done.
My head. There is an iron spike through my head. I think my eyelids have permanently fused with my eyeballs - they itch so much I'm really thinking of getting a spoon and fixing that in an extreme matter.
And I know sleeping on the floor is bad for my back, but this is new and really painful - and wait - yeah, there's an empty bottle of aftershave. Well, that explains the hideous but fresh taste in my mouth.
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