Textual Exhibitionism

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The Sunday Suicide Ritual - 03.19.06
somnambulism: n, Jeremy on a Sunday night - 03.13.06
careful what you wish, you may regret it... - 03.05.06
somebody gona geta hurt real bad - 02.20.06
=NOT(rain V sleet V dark of night) - 01.31.06

five Hail Mary's, four Our Father's, and 28 Dead Midgets - (05.24.05)

I forgot previously to send you all to this here link, which has got to be one of the funniest things I've read since the start of my meager existance on this planet. Those of you too lazy to click the link will just have to miss out; I'm not going to try to summarise. It would just ruin it.

My state of perpetual injury is beginning to border on ridiculous. I have been having trouble with my knees for longer than I can remember (which is partly congenital and partly because I was a baseball catcher for so long - Nature vs. Nurture: GO!), so while they still give me a great deal of grief, I've more or less accepted the fact that if I am planning on exercising, my knees will be sore. Much like one would expect that stapling one's hand to a tiger's ass will result in a great deal of pain - the upside being that you aren't too concerned about the staple holes in your hand.

However, thanks to four days a week being occupied by sports, I have begun to accumulate other injuries. My left ankle has been bothering me recently, though I can't be certain if it was the time I twisted it playing ultimate or the time I landed on it funny in beach volleyball that was the real killer. My right shoulder, which is all sorts of messed up (again, from baseball), has been taking a beating from volleyball and my hail-mary swings at said spherical object that so often eludes my wrath. To make matters worse, the way that I throw the disc (I'm talking ultimate frisbee here, now) puts strain on my shoulder, as well as my elbow, though the latter joint has yet to see significant, long-lasting pain. I can only hope it stays that way, and just in case it does, my left shoulder has started hurting to make up for it. I'm guessing that I hurt it diving for the disc or something, since it wouldn't surprise me. I was probably more worried about my head and neck at the time. These sorts of things happen when you get sat on.

Oh, did I not mention that?

Yeah, so I got sat on during our ultimate game on Monday. Not directly on, thank god, since the guy probably outweighed me. But I hit the ground, and he stumbled over me and his ass smoked me in the top of the head. My jaw smashed together, so I consider myself very lucky that my teeth were all aligned at the time and everything. Something tells me I wouldn't be whining about my knees if I was missing half of my tongue. Altho I'd be typing like dith.

So why do I keep doing this to myself? I don't know. Generally by the time Friday rolls around, most of the minor aches and pains have disappeared or subsided enough to blend into the dull background pain that comes from having a spine shaped like Trogdor. This, combined with my infamous memory problems (see: a sieve with a hole in it) has me raring to go, keyed up, locked and loaded, and whatever other phrases you can come up with. May I suggest the "fired up," or perhaps the special of the day, the "chomping at the bit" in a nice "gung ho" sauce. Also, try the veal, I hear it's excellent.

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