Sweet...Ash'koth will not be happy, however.

Heheh...well. I'm just not like that tho. I think these assholes who sue for worthless shit (see: "hot coffee lady" at McD's) should be put down, shot, and run over by a herd of spider-mutants. So my conscience would suffer greatly for my gain.

Altho it did hurt like a be-otch. Or at least I think it did. I can't remember. The amnesic was really good. Could I throw in memory fraud?!? That would kick muchos assos.

I saw a woman on 20/20 who had signed her soul away and she still sued and was compensated for malpractice. I say go for it.

My g-ma was all "Malpractice!!!" yesterday. She wasn't serious, but still, it's a really good idea. To hell with this "rock guy" schtick, I could wallow in the wealth. Yeah sure. Just watch, I probly signed a form releasing them from all liability and detailing my soul to Ash'koth Daa'baroth, High Unholy Harvester of Souls, upon my untimely and forthcoming death.

Sigh.

Actually, doublesigh.

I wish I had a camera. Like, a good one. There's a shedding tree across the street and I really want to capture it in action. Lest I have to wait until next year. I enjoy photography (pronounced "fo-toe-graa-fee", so as to add some variety).

You know, you could sue and make big bucks for waking up.

O sick! Ok then, I feel better. I tried to punch the doctor but I could only managed a feeble flap of the arm. That was in response to my thinking, "Shit, I'm about to choke really bad," but I couldn't do anything because of how under I was.

O yes, the amnesics. I actually remembered all of yesterday. The biggest rememberance was that of wanting opium. Fuck, I've really been wanting a hit all day. I told my mom, "no opiates" but nobody's listening to little old me. So now I'm addicted to smack with no obvious or forthcoming relief.

As to the amnesic: it's weird. I have little blank spots in yesterday, I try really hard but I can't remember what happened. Most of it is centered after coming out of the hospital. I remember burping a lot and stumbling off the curb once in front of a dumptruck. It was parked, so I can't give the "I almost died!" excitement.

That excitement should be reserved for the GI room where I died. It felt like dying, anyway. Or looked like it.

Oh. The opium. OH.

That's ok, Josh. When I had my surgery in 5th grade, I punched the doctor right in his gut. He called me a "little slugger" and walked out of the room, probably to get some pain meds.

They have drugs to make you forget things? I want one!!!

Bah.

I feel simutaneously really good, and really really bad right now. The drugs! They were great!

But I woke up too early. God I'm tired. I don't want to type this all out, so I'll tell the lot of you, if you really want to know. I must say, I didn't know I could use the word "fuck" in so many simultaneous contexts. Not that I remember. It was all "Id". I remember waking up crying and calling the blood pressure machine a "stupid, stupid bitch", to which my mom, who was right next to me, smiled and agreed. Apparently I had been cursing everything quite profusely before the drugs wore enough that I was able to take control of myself again. I even looked up to the doctor and called her something to the effect of a "stupid fucking whore". She laughed. Doctors.

And right now, I'm feeling really out of it. I laugh at the most random shit. I can't think worth shit. The only things I can think are "eat eat eat", "pain pain pain" or "nothingnothingnothing". Well, I might be thinkin a little more than that, because I made this post.

The sad this is: they gave me an amnesic, to help me forget the proceedure, and while I did, for the most part, these things have an effect on my dad's side of the family of wiping our memory for the entire day. I feel like if I apply myself I might be able to remember what the hell went on today. But, chances are, I'm going to wake up tomorrow, get on the BLog, and wonder when the hell I posted the day before, or, for that matter, if there was a day before.

Alls I know is: drugs are really fucking good. Heheh.

No, really.

Oh, the pain.

Ow.

My shoes were ghey while I was running, and one of them caught on a stone. I did some kind of taekwondo roll and bombed the right side of my body. I should join the martial arts club for that one.

Having injury on the right side of your body is a constant reminder and testament to how right handed the stupid world is. Like when I tried to turn on my right handed shower and landed on my quite skinned right knee.

Right-handed capitalist pigs.

BLog is GHEY again!!!!!1111oneone Why can't we just go back to the old BLogger and keep it simple?!?

"It's because the people that made BLogger aren't educated on the time cube theory, are stupid. Mothers=2 corners, not 4, they are retarded, you retarded, God also. Human evolved from square watermelons, 4-corners, it is ineffible."

Heheh.

Damn. Will and I pumped the bass and played some System of a Down...I believe there should be a recount on the "singing of the lady", simply because she was outshined by Bounce.

This is a really good game. Alto they just got a TD on their first possession...that doesn't bode very well. The Minnesota game is really awesome too, at least the clip they're showing is awesome. It's just a really good game day, I s'pose.

I have a endoscopy test on Thursday, they're giving me lots of nearly illegal drugs to make sure I don't feel them ramming a big metal tube down into my guts. And if they say "Too much Coke" I'm going to blow myself away.

With a gun!

Well, not really. 1. For Abby, 2. I've been doing alright without it thus far.

P\/\/|\|!!!!!1111oneone 7|-|@7 1$ $000000 1337, \/\/007!!!!111

She did too sing, right as we were getting in the cars. And this is turning out to be a really good game. Why heroin and valium?

Liz heard us sing/scream though. It's all good. Titans are actually up by 20!