My OperaOn Broken Limbs and Boredom
Friday, February 27, 2009 1:18:54 AM
Hello, fellow bipedal carbon units,
I realize that no one reads this anymore and that's ok. Blogs are give and take, and no one will follow your ramblings unless you acknowledge theirs (in most cases). I might go forth and catch up with some of you after these time-murdering moments. I'm so bored right now, just seeing these letters magically appear on this laptop is enough to distract me from the pain radiating from my upper right torso.
I'm currently reading four books, web-surfing, typing with one hand, and writing a song. Ever since I was robbed of the use of my brilliant right arm, I've been confined to walking like Igor, one quarter of my skeleton sagging and heaving upon my organs as I bemoan my self-inflicted malady.
"So you broke your collar bone. Stop the whining!", you may say. But hey, I'm a man, and most men like to rack up as much pity and unnecessary coddling as possible when it comes down to a bodily injury.
I'm am pitiful and hurty. I deserve: a backrub, a spongebath, and a hot meal prepared with care.
I'm pretty sure I have a fever as well... Did you hear me? A Fever! I'll likely not survive the night.
Anyways, I've got no attention span right now, so I'm gonna hobble to the kitchen and bake half a cake.
Peace.
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I realize that no one reads this anymore and that's ok. Blogs are give and take, and no one will follow your ramblings unless you acknowledge theirs (in most cases). I might go forth and catch up with some of you after these time-murdering moments. I'm so bored right now, just seeing these letters magically appear on this laptop is enough to distract me from the pain radiating from my upper right torso.
I'm currently reading four books, web-surfing, typing with one hand, and writing a song. Ever since I was robbed of the use of my brilliant right arm, I've been confined to walking like Igor, one quarter of my skeleton sagging and heaving upon my organs as I bemoan my self-inflicted malady.
"So you broke your collar bone. Stop the whining!", you may say. But hey, I'm a man, and most men like to rack up as much pity and unnecessary coddling as possible when it comes down to a bodily injury.
I'm am pitiful and hurty. I deserve: a backrub, a spongebath, and a hot meal prepared with care.
I'm pretty sure I have a fever as well... Did you hear me? A Fever! I'll likely not survive the night.
Anyways, I've got no attention span right now, so I'm gonna hobble to the kitchen and bake half a cake.
Peace.
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