my leg wound continues to make me slap myself in the head. the inflamation has grown and the whole thing looks just really ugly. i will never pick such a spot for wanton destruction again.
doc has a peculiar habit of collecting and recycling peculiar things. like the flints from disposable lighters. this means i have dead lighters all over my house. he tried the electronic refillable ones, but i break the electronic part too quickly.
i am writing such complete nothingness. this is one entry that will give me no clue later on what the heck was going on.