Awright, I’m overdue for a big post so here it comes.

I had to drop the car off at the shop again today. I hate leaving my car ANYWHERE but at least they’re going to fix that compression problem I’m having on my #2 cylinder. Still no luck with the window. (For those that haven’t heard me bitch about it, my drivers side window is stuck four inches shy of being wide open and it aint fucking moving.)

So I drop it off. However there was nobody available to give me a ride home (I knew this before I left) so I decided to walk home. After all, I figured, I walked all over the place in college. That wasn’t that long ago. It’ll be nothing. Right?

I failed to take into account three things:

1. It HAS been that long ago.
2. I’m still recovering from multiple surgeries.
3. I actually died (I got better) between now and the last time I attempted to walk a long distance.

I actually did pretty well though. Even taking into account that I had to walk through the burning wasteland that is my new neighborhood. Hell, I was feeling so saucy that I even took a shortcut through “Sucking Chest-Wound Alley”. I think the fact that I couldn’t feel my left arm was a factor, but the radiating waves of pain through my chest were comforting.

I’m gonna go pass out now. If I get there before you, I’ll see you in hell.