I got my surgery back in freaking June. It wasn't until september that the cut really sealed up and stopped having these funny areas where hair was trying to grow through. And now it's November, and it's beginning to feel like it felt back in July when I had to shuffle around everywhere and couldn't even walk the distance to Tim Horton's and I kept wondering if I should keep a pot lid around to hold my guts in with.... ugh.
I felt so depressed I didn't even want to go to the mall and see if the bookstore had any of the comics I've been interested in looking in to. And it's getting ass-bitingly cold around here. Christmas break can't come soon enough.
long-lost pals and other wholly underappreciated folks
clubs wot I'm in








Say, are those Jimmy Hoffa's shoes? My sister and I kept joking that we could dredge the Hudson river for Octopus' remains and would probably find him instead.