short, sweet, crippled

so i haven't busted into the vicodin stash. and i can sort of type with both hands now. ah. see? you wouldn't have known without me telling you this... when i just typed "hands" it came across as "nads". i figured i'd let you know that i'm still not even 70% of what i used to be. and if i could type wtih both nads i wouldn't be stuck at this boring white guy office job. i'd be taking my qwerty ballbag act on the road.

anyways, it'll be a few more days before i can even pull my own fly down, so don't expect the usual riveting drivel. driveting. yeah i know you're heartbroken.




see you guys thursday.