^ (n a v i g a t e) ^
6:49 p.m., 2001-09-04
right now i haven't the words. this time of year is pure misery, condensed to its most basic form. concentrated into a terrible shitstorm aimed at my head.what am i talking about?
yes, that's right. this is the actual text that is the source of said misery. if ever there was a good day to die, this day would be the one. my head hurts from not thinking.
ugh.
bloody hell.
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no, but today is day number one of about three months of misery somewhat resembling the splendid ache i am experiencing now. it subsides around mid-november. then i realize that it is mid-november and am miserable again. someday i will explain this whole mess when i get bored enough.
oh, and the update on the ankle injury (which is undoubtedly contributing to the misery, or at least amplifying it) is that i attempted to get on the skateboard today and i am at about 40-45% of capability. barring a miracle recovery, my participation in the gravity games will not happen. i don't think even bernie siegel himself could save my chances at this point.
buggers.
