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Tuesday, June 7

t.o.w. all the drama

Shit. I'm wincing as I type this freaking entry.

I have no idea what happened. It just occured just like that. Like a snap of the fingers, although if I were to do that right now, I would probably die.

Ok. I thought about this entry as I lay on my bed. Actually no. I'm thinking about it now as I'm staring at the com, but don't you think the lying-on-the-bed-wincing is so much more dramatic. Anyway. I see my life flash past me. I see me running about the HUDC flat we had at dakota crescent. (Cool. Sounds like one of the states in the US). I see me crying my ass out after I just broke my mum's favourite vase. (Not because it was her favourite but because my ass really got it then) I see me in the ambulance after I fractured my arm two years back. My entire life flashed past me and then I realised. Out of all the images I conjured in the back of my head, nothing was joyous. Nope. Zilch. Nana. And then I realised how awfully insipid my life has been. How I have achieved nothing. How I have daydreamed about thousands of dreams that though seem far and surreal are actually achievable. It was sad. Anyway, the pain in my arms shot down my nerve axons and dendrons and I jolted out of my stupor. I was about to die. I could take the pain no more. I felt my eyes closing and suddenly I was engulfed in darkness. In the distance, I saw a beacon of light. It was calling out to me, like an angel beckoning me into her wings, into the comfort of her haven. She stretched out her arm and opened her palm, giving me her hand into eternal bliss. I reached out to grasp her hand, but could only graze her fingertips before the pain in my arms killed me once more. I woke up. It was 11am. Time for Amazing Race repeats.

Anyway. I didnt actually fracture my arms. But the way they hurt, I wouldnt mind. At least there wasnt much pain when I had the fracture. But this is killing me. I can hardly bend my elbow. I'm walking like I have robotics arms now. I have no idea why they hurt so bad. Shit. I can see my entire bowling career disapparating before my eyes.

Disapparating. At this rate, I wouldnt even have the energy to raise the 600 page book, much less read it.

Lord save me!

Maybe tommorow they'll be fine.

Jen's shoulder and wrist. I couldnt care less about my freakin arms.

Err. I take that back.
kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 8:19 PM