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taken in the City the other night.

Injury Log #13

my friends
jesus christ what is going on around here? no writing? what the fuck?
(big sigh)

because the last two months have been one huge injury log?

expletives fill my brain. the words try to land on what is bugging me. they try to find a friend, but expletives don't have much of a place in my life right now BECAUSE IT FUCKING RULES!!

today is my first day BACK on strattera after accidentally throwing away a $265 bottle of it on the day i was laid off because believe me honeys, when i'm being bombarded with that kind of emotion, there is no thinking. none at all. zero.

Injury Log stardate 5.13.09.
i wish i had taken pictures of all the injuries since i last logged them. i had a weird open-wound scrape on my right elbow for a while that came from an attempt to sleep in the tour egg. it's too small for guy and me. we're too tall actually, i wouldn't want the car to be bigger. it's scary enough as it is. just a above the open wound was a spider bite that absolutely positively lasted a month. and now that we're on the second month, it is clear that the bastard is leaving a scar. my friend's dad, who lives in the woods told me, "sweetie, is it hard underneath?" i looked at him in horror. "I don't know!!! is it???" he touched it and said, it seems normal. i knew what he was getting at. potential injuries never leave my mind...he was wondering if the spider laid eggs. "yep! he said, you've got 8 holes, that is FOUR BITES!" thanks, friend's dad. thank you. at least i know now that baby spiders are not crawling their way towards my heart where they will have 10 million babies that will eat their way to freedom.

today i have a twisted messed up neck. i don't know why...sleeping weird? like now that i'm almost 40 i have to watch how i SLEEP. "ohhhh, make sure you don't sleep weird or you won't be able to drive the next day." nice. anyway those of you without access to muscle relaxants whenever you want or painkillers whenever you want...get yourself a vodka mini. something good. no seagram's ew crap! something good and swallow it down and notice the pain slip away. how much alcohol is a mini? NOT MUCH. and yet, it erases the pain. this is an excellent thing to remember if you're in extreme pain and can't move your head. VODKA.

got laid off too. that HURT. that was an INJURY to my soul! to my brain! people! damn you. but...check it out...there is a very good thing that can come from "the straw that breaks the camel's back" something very good that can come from the 7th layoff (one quit) in 5 years of employment. something very good.

besides a messed up neck, what is this Injury Log's big problem...? well um well um

nothing.

(and now that i have my strattera again, writing a business plan will feel a lot less like swimming through diseased, stagnant water looking for something to drink.)

love,
loozy

"When the going gets weird..."

it's been this way for a week. guy can leave a twenty on the counter and it will sit there for four days before i need it. food in the house, coffee on the counter, tecates in the fridge, smokes in my smoke box. i'm set. no need for twenties, which i often used to spend on condolence prizes every day that i attended work.

more and more each day i see signs of the going getting weird and the weird turning pro. -(HST) There is an unusual instance of cars with the boot and for sales signs in their windows throughout the City. Vinyl lettering litters back, side and bumper-ends of cars all over the freeways. they advertise for maids, yard cleaners, cat sitting and babysitting. they advertise for guitar lessons. i see limos parked on odd side streets looking like they've been there forever. now that wouldn't be a bad place to live (vs the tour egg). i know someone's calling it home. the smell seeps through the aluminum and infects the air with sadness and immobility.

rot.