Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Theme of Needle Man

In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been lacking in the bloggery as of late. The real reason for the dearth of posts is disclosed in the photo below.

me, the corpse

As you can see, I was horribly injured falling down the attic stairs. Bones were broken. Tendons tied in knots. Hair mussed. And to think that instead of helping me to the hospital, my roommates grabbed their cameras and made an art project out of it. Since the fall was an especially bad one, I’ll be learning to type using metallic fingerbones, so this post in itself was incredibly hard. I don’t think it could get much worse. What? Oh no. My bones broke more just now. I think I’m dying. There… There… There! Now I’m dead.

Happy?

1 comment:

  1. Some of us have actually fallen off ladders in a horrific manner while Smeg was watching and laughing at me and then I got hiked up on Vicodin (forget where I got it) and maintenance came and thought I'd fallen off my ladder because I was drunk and I was like: "I'm going to... make a statement!" or some such thing after that happened and then we had to lower my bed to ground level and physical therapy happened at some point to, because I'm a pussy.
    ...
    I'm just saying... don't kid on ladder-fallers. It's a common household accident.
    *end of PSA*
    ...
    Or did you actually fall off a ladder?

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