back in clinic. there is a very sore spot in my arm. The nurse that drew my blood most recently insited on moving the needle around while it was in my vain. Unfortunatly it was the first of many more blood draws over the next six days, and it was one that has the potential to ruin them all.
A mysterious friend came over for a few moments lastnight and played clarinet on my pourch. i was carried away. Early this morning I awoke with the need to cook hashbrowns and write a letter. I lost my magic touch on the skillet, the browns were black. baby's got a hard-on is re-uniting for a bike n' bike show on september 11th.
I hope that we all remember our favorite laborer this laborday, and try our best to work on the projects that will benifit our future of folly. I am up to episode 35 on ducktales, and there is no sign of slowing down my consumption. Logan saw a dead body a few blocks away from my appartment, and he said it was strange to see a body there. A guy tried kicking in my door a few nights ago. luckily it was locked. he had a red tank-top on, in his forties. If you see a red tanked man, blog 'bout it.
well, I'm checking out for now blog, but I am sure I will be back plenty over the next few days.
weather report: 2 weeks of crunk following september 7th, covered in a slow moving cold front.
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lets make the crunk start the 9th, day upon which remainder of fucking crew returneth from midwestern voyage
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