On a whim, I went back into our archives and looked up everything in the category ‘decrepit’.
From the post ‘Utterly, Disgustingly Decrepit’:
Then lo, this morning, I woke up by getting a Charlie horse in my right calf muscle. It was so fucking painful I wanted to die.
So now I’m limping on BOTH SIDES of my lower half. Nothing is healing and I have to walk the 1.5 miles into town today to get something signed by my dissertation advisor. It’s going to be a long, slow, painful penguin walk.
There were a multitude of these from 2006-2007. However, it appears that our physical calamity has evaporated and been replaced by ennui.
You guys. Boredom and melancholy are dull. Let’s hurt ourselves! Otherwise, we fail at finding the funny in the sad (read: broken extremities), even more than we fail at life in general.
Hey, I wrote about my steriod-induced vag infection AND tumbling down the subway stairs within the last 6 months.
And I wrote about being punished by the very thing I love the most. That’s right, dog snot! You judgmental ass. I would write about my rash…but it might be too early (going on 3 weeks) to call it a rash. Egads.
Yeah Dennis! YEAH!!! Pay a-fuckin’-tention already! (Can I swear on this thing? … oh who gives a fuck).