you don't need a parachute to skydive, you need a parachute to skydive twice.

hey look at me, I still exist. not sure what I'm writing about, but I can't help but think that I'm completely wasting a wicked line for my title.

that's about it really.

this post is x-rated

it isn't really, but that's the feeling I get from lying here in bed and typing up a blog entry at...let's see...1:30 in the morning. this new laptop is the greatest thing that's happened to me all week.

so, how was everyone's st. patty's day? (though it has recently come to my attention that it's actually abbreviated st. paddy's day, but fuck it, I like my way better). mine was a total gong show. started out wearing one thing, but four carbombs and a lot of strongbow later, people convinced me it was a good idea to rock the pink shirt/tie combo. so I did. that's easily the most ridiculous picture of me ever taken.


anyway, the details of the evening post-shirt change are a little fuzzy, but I do remember the next morning quite well.

see, I had to get up for work at 830, so I decided I was going to be cheeky and got up at 7 to pound a few gallons of water and drop 2 advil, as per usual with a hangover. however, I fucked up my calculations. forgot to carry a 3 or something. when I got up again at 830 (clearly, I went right back to bed after the advil) I had a glass of OJ, grabbed two advil cold and sinus, and hopped in the car for the (quite literally) 1 minute drive to work.

that's a whole other story...maybe later...now where was I?

ah yes, cold and sinus. got to work at 850 or so and took the advil cold and sinus. I'm sure some of you can guess where this is going, but I sure couldn't at the time. about 15 minutes later I felt a little weird. 5 minutes after that I was on the floor because the room was spinning too fast. you see, I'd forgotten that I had taken the two normal advils at 7. not only did I mix my medications (essentially the same, but slightly different ingredients), but I'd overdosed as well. needless to say, my morning did not go too well.

so there you have it. od on over the counter drugs, and buy a new laptop. good times for everyone involved.

for the fans.

okay. this one's for marcus and bob. just to prove that I still remember my password and all that (though it did take some digging.)

and speaking of digging, I recently created a pretty deep gash in my left middle finger at work. it's a long and sordid affair, but suffice it to say that I was hurt. bad. it was only three stitches worth, but let me just say that bone looks strange when it's healthy and surrounded by healthy tissue. perhaps a picture?

I don't care what you say, that bitch hurt like hell! I still have no feeling whatsoever in that entire area of my finger. been a few weeks now too.

let's see...I've also recently withdrawn from the semester here at school. turns out that learning ancient greek just isn't my cup of ouzo, if you catch my meaning. so after 4.63 years (give or take) my undergraduate experience is coming to an end. well...it has come to an end really. my days now consist of working at market fresh, seeing what other kind of damage I can do to myself before I find a full-time job. recently stabbed myself in the right wrist. that was a blast. I think I should probably get out while I still have all my digits/limbs. jim is actually training me on the band saw, so I'd say chances are good that I'll be missing something important pretty soon...

wish me luck.