Ugh.

So I'm still in at my place, where I appear to still be healing.

Yay.

Actually I feel pretty good, but dammit, I'm ready to be fucking healed up already. Oh well, nature is nature I suppose.

So when I went back into the hospital they cultured the infection (some of this I've already touched on) and it's that MRSA crap. Yeah, the shit that's immune to every form of penicillin. Not type that's going around the high school gymnasiums (I know what you sick fuckers are thinking) it's the strain that you can only get in the hospital.

Yes, that's right, somehow my toxic pit of a house didn't make me sick, the fucking HOSPITAL did. In fact, the hospital has made my house more toxic since I have to keep changing the bandages on these wounds and have thereby acquired a big plastic bag full of this nasty bacteria.

It's ok though. Thursday is trash day.

But yeah, that second infected spot? I was watching it and it was only getting worse so I performed a bit of minor surgery that night and then went to the emergency room the next day.

And before you all bitch me out they actually told me that I did TOO GOOD A JOB taking care of it

I'd also like to announce that I've now done about a week and a half without any painkillers and almost two months with no narcotic diet pills.

However, I've noticed that with the decline in my intake of controlled substances I've really fallen back on my old feel-good habits. Namely refined sugar and porn/masturbating.

I'm not proud of it, but I fell off the wagon. I bought a six pack of Krispy Kreme doughnuts.

I only ate four of them though.

The other two are best not asked about.

We will not speak of this again.

But yeah, I'd mentioned before that I was getting Halo 3. I pre-ordered it and Jay was going to pick it up for me. Unfortunately, the day he was to deliver it was the day I went back into the hospital, so that was three days lost right there. Three days was apparently enough time for every goddamn twelve-year-old to memorize every goddamn multiplayer level...

Yeah, that's right. I finally signed up for X-Box Live (XBL). I didn't want to. My friends MADE me do it

Just like some of them MADE me play World Of Warcraft and then fucking bailed on me.

Dicks.

I'll get a bit more millage out of the XBL though I think. At least with it I can play Halo with the people I used to play it with before they caught that most dreaded of sexually transmitted diseases: CHILDREN.

Be a cold day in hell when that happens to me I'll tell you that...


So just for the record:

World Of Warcraft: Shadowmoon Server
Character #1: Yorack, Undead Warrior
Character #2: Azzaziel, Blood Elf Paladin

X-Box Live Gamertag: Ford Maverick


I'll be on one or the other a lot as I continue to recover from the injuries I already have and whatever new ones medical science intends to inflict upon me before we're through here.


By the way, I've already seen the Halo 3 ending twice. It rules. Really brings the trilogy together. You must though, MUST, watch the bit after the credits.

The graphics are gorgeous (even on my standard-def TV).

The story mode, though too short, is nonetheless sweet.

The multiplayer is an improvement over Halo 2, and those are words I never thought I'd ever be able to say. This is regardless of the fact that I really hate most of the random people playing Halo online. This is nothing new, as I hate probably 90% of the people playing Warcraft too. The secret is to add your friends and only play them.

Unless you're really good, then you can suck my balls.

Figuratively, of course, as you're probably underage.

Fuckers.

Went to the Emergency Room here in town, they said everything is cool. So I'm gonna chill out till tomorrow and call my doctor's office in Morgantown. They may want me to go back up, maybe not, who fuckin' knows?

For the time being I'm back home.