My OperaWrithing in Pain...
Friday, March 21, 2008 2:11:47 AM
Aargh!
A few weeks ago, I sprained my ankle while painting in a basement. The lack of proper ventilation mixed with the oil-based paint got me wasted enough to fall off of a ledge. I walked on it for a few days before not being able to get out of bed. I'm bad about stuff like that. I imagine most men are. We will put off going to the doctor until we are severely fucked up and once we get confirmation of the obvious, we turn into sniveling little bitches that need to be waited on hand and foot. See, I just got that outta the way now because I imagine it will be brought up in the comments. That is, if anyone reads this and feels compelled to react.
I went on a long bike ride two days ago and aggravated my ankle yet again. And once more, I proceeded to limp along through my daily tasks convincing myself that I couldn't afford to stop and get the hell off of it. So, this morning at about 2 AM I woke writhing in pain, hopped over to my rolling office chair, and rolled across my house to the medicine cabinet. I have a wheelchair from the 1940's in the hallway, so I transferred my handi-capable ass in to it's harsh embrace and rolled back into my room. And that's where I still am. I figure I'll use this time to catch up on some reading, blogs, song-writing, ect.
My studio is across the room and I doubt I'll be using it for a little while, but I wrote a song last night called "Ghost". Screw it. I'll try to record it tomorrow in my wheelchair.
Peace out.
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A few weeks ago, I sprained my ankle while painting in a basement. The lack of proper ventilation mixed with the oil-based paint got me wasted enough to fall off of a ledge. I walked on it for a few days before not being able to get out of bed. I'm bad about stuff like that. I imagine most men are. We will put off going to the doctor until we are severely fucked up and once we get confirmation of the obvious, we turn into sniveling little bitches that need to be waited on hand and foot. See, I just got that outta the way now because I imagine it will be brought up in the comments. That is, if anyone reads this and feels compelled to react.
I went on a long bike ride two days ago and aggravated my ankle yet again. And once more, I proceeded to limp along through my daily tasks convincing myself that I couldn't afford to stop and get the hell off of it. So, this morning at about 2 AM I woke writhing in pain, hopped over to my rolling office chair, and rolled across my house to the medicine cabinet. I have a wheelchair from the 1940's in the hallway, so I transferred my handi-capable ass in to it's harsh embrace and rolled back into my room. And that's where I still am. I figure I'll use this time to catch up on some reading, blogs, song-writing, ect.
My studio is across the room and I doubt I'll be using it for a little while, but I wrote a song last night called "Ghost". Screw it. I'll try to record it tomorrow in my wheelchair.
Peace out.
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GillaGILLA # Friday, March 21, 2008 2:25:19 AM
Hmmm... Hope you'll feel better tomorrow
Dillon RobertsDillonRoberts # Friday, March 21, 2008 3:28:11 AM
I'm better with words in songs.
I'm recording one tomorrow.
You should come back and check it out.
GillaGILLA # Friday, March 21, 2008 3:33:02 AM
Stardancer # Friday, March 21, 2008 3:49:19 AM
MichelleCapegirl # Friday, March 21, 2008 11:19:02 AM
Dillon RobertsDillonRoberts # Friday, March 21, 2008 3:48:11 PM
MichelleCapegirl # Friday, March 21, 2008 7:40:51 PM
Rhona Kirstenrhona # Saturday, March 22, 2008 6:20:27 PM
Dillon RobertsDillonRoberts # Saturday, March 22, 2008 6:35:20 PM
Whoa, sorry princess! Everyday speak,eh? Your pops sounds like a cool dude.
Rhona: Yeah, I know. That's why I went ahead and called myself a little bitch above. We can't help but sorry for ourselves. But this reeally hurts... almost as much as giving birth....
Rhona Kirstenrhona # Wednesday, March 26, 2008 12:12:41 PM
Dillon RobertsDillonRoberts # Wednesday, March 26, 2008 1:48:34 PM
Rhona Kirstenrhona # Wednesday, March 26, 2008 9:42:01 PM