I had all this stuff lined up to write about and then I was at a bar on Friday night when a Land Rover drove into the bar and, consequently, into me. I have all this time on my hands, and nothing to do, but Vicodin doesn't really lend itself to articulation. Oh, and did I mention that I'm supposed to move on Saturday? I didn't? Well, I'm supposed to move on Saturday. I can't fucking wait for that.
I'll be around.
In the mean time, be brutally honest regarding your thoughts about me in the comments. K? K.
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How are you going to be able to move, being all post-accident and all? Take care, accidents suck :(
Are you home or in the hospital? And how badly injured were you? How in the world could you be at the wrong place at the wrong time - bad luck! I would rent "three men and a truck" to get you moved. I can't imagine you are well enough to move yourself given what happened.
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