this just in...
apparently I was screaming in my sleep last night. Not loud enough to wake me, mind you but, loud enough for it to be mentioned at breakfast this morning. As I have no recollection about any of the dreams I may or may not have had, I am clueless to the cause of said screaming.
That being said, I have two more days before next doctor appointment and hopefully find out that I am healing and also, that I no longer need to walk with the aid of crutches. Here’s to keeping fingers and toes for that matter, crossed.
In other non-related but important none-the-less news, Jerry Sandusky, the now convicted, child molester/assistant football coach, from Penn State, has been sentenced to at least 30 years in prison.
“At least 30 years in prison...”
I know, I know. Sandusky, now 68, will “more than likely” die in prison. However, I don’t feel the need to coddle this man at all. Sentenced for 30-60 years implies, at least to me, that if Sandusky were 18 years old, he might have a glimmer of hope for freedom. While I don’t endorse the death penalty, Yes, even in this case, I think it would have been better to have Sandusky’s sentence be given as 45 years, with no possibility of parole.
And...Done
You know what? If you can survive in prison, as a convicted child molester, until you are 113 years old. You have my blessing to walk out the front gates on the last day of your sentence. Until then, remember the words of my good buddy, DMX, “It’s dark and Hell is hot!!!”
I hope you all are well.
Cheers,
JJ
Tuesday, October 09, 2012
Monday, October 08, 2012
Sniff...hack...sniff
I tried to be slick and work some magic on technology today and it kind of blew up in my face. Nothing major but enough to perturb me, and make me want to take a step away from the drawing board for a moment.
day four on crutches
shits getting old
dressing on my foot is hanging tougher than a new kid
which is a good thing
cause I’m hoping the graft takes place and when they remove said dressing
this upcoming Thursday
I’ll be even closer to being done with weekly dr. appointments
can’t tell if I am coming down with a cold, developing allergies or some combination thereof
either way
getting sick is for the birds, and like the birds, I wish I was heading South
or North
or anywhere out of this forsaken rock
been having some nutty dreams lately
nothing worth mentioning but usually I wake up and have one person from the dream I cannot place and this bothers me
I spent the better part of a half hour this morning, trying to figure out where last nights femme fatale was from
after some cobb-web clearing and the use of the scientific method, a cashier from Stop&Shop was my final answer. Whether or not it was the Manton Store, or Mariner Square is yet to be determined.
I’m now keeping a notebook right next to my bed, in order to write down dreams or anything else noteworthy, should they wake me. If nothing else, it may be more fodder for me to talk about or post here. Don’t all three of you get over-excited on me, all at once.
Hmmm, these sniffles are starting to feel vaguely like post-nasal drip. I need that like I need a second asshole, on my forehead. Better hit the hay. Lord knows I don’t log anywhere enough beauty sleep anymore, let alone enough to keep me reasonably healthy.
I hope you all are well.
Cheers,
JJ
day four on crutches
shits getting old
dressing on my foot is hanging tougher than a new kid
which is a good thing
cause I’m hoping the graft takes place and when they remove said dressing
this upcoming Thursday
I’ll be even closer to being done with weekly dr. appointments
can’t tell if I am coming down with a cold, developing allergies or some combination thereof
either way
getting sick is for the birds, and like the birds, I wish I was heading South
or North
or anywhere out of this forsaken rock
been having some nutty dreams lately
nothing worth mentioning but usually I wake up and have one person from the dream I cannot place and this bothers me
I spent the better part of a half hour this morning, trying to figure out where last nights femme fatale was from
after some cobb-web clearing and the use of the scientific method, a cashier from Stop&Shop was my final answer. Whether or not it was the Manton Store, or Mariner Square is yet to be determined.
I’m now keeping a notebook right next to my bed, in order to write down dreams or anything else noteworthy, should they wake me. If nothing else, it may be more fodder for me to talk about or post here. Don’t all three of you get over-excited on me, all at once.
Hmmm, these sniffles are starting to feel vaguely like post-nasal drip. I need that like I need a second asshole, on my forehead. Better hit the hay. Lord knows I don’t log anywhere enough beauty sleep anymore, let alone enough to keep me reasonably healthy.
I hope you all are well.
Cheers,
JJ
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