spiked

I have been one unproductive mofo. I guess with the moving and everything I have felt justified in taking a break. But since I was too busy doing other stuff before the move I haven't done any real work in a long time.

The humidity does not help. (I will probably bitch about this all summer. I'm sorry I'm a west coast guy at heart and I'm a total wimp when it comes to this)

I was in the shower yesterday and my phone rang. This was unusual since my phone had just been turned on. I ran out of the shower bent over to pick up the phone. The combination of a wet spiked and waxed hardwood floors caused me to flip forward and smack my head on the coffeetable. Smooth...I know. I look at the caller ID and it's a fucking telemarketer! I say hello and there's noone there. I shout a few obscenities and hang up.

That's when I notice there's blood everywhere. Fuck. I finish showering myself off and check it out. I split my chin pretty good. The X got the first aid kit in the split up so I used 4 bandaids and cleaned up a bit and wait to see if the bleeding would stop.

It didn't.

Thankfully I had been wandering around the new neighborhood the other night and noted that there is a hospital about 6 blocks away. I walked over and hung out in the ER bleeding everywhere for the next hour and a half. The woman at the counter gave me a bunch of paper towels. That's modern medical technology there. I'm in a hospital and they can't manage to find a bandage.

I got 9 stitches and what will be a Harrison Fordesque punk rock scar.

C'est la vie.

Hopefully this weekend will turn out alright. I'll see most of y'all on Sunday for Cat's thing. And if anybody wants to join me for psychotherapy again on Monday you know where I will be.