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I woke up this morning with Peter Frampton's "Show me the Way" stuck in my head. I find this very alarming.

I recieved several abrasions on my hand last night while chopping wood under the influence. The hatchet was lodged in a moderately sized piece of wood, so I slammed in down in to the ground, which resulted in several small pieces of wood rupturing the skit around the knuckles of my thumb and index finger. If asked "what happened to your hand?" I believe I will answer "I fucked it up knockin some fool in his crooked-ass teeth."

I am visiting an friend up North this evening. I am brining my resorcefulness, sense of adventure and possibly alcohol.