Well I gotta say, compared to last time, this yank-job was a piece of piss. Got in there, got injected, did a quick Stevie Wonder impersonation, then *tasteless joke warning* passed out like a girl on rohypnol. Half an hour later (so my brother says), woke up, laid down in the recovery room for a few minutes (though I don't remember walking in there), got them to change my blood-drenched gauzepads, and we were on our way. Went home (don't remember this part either), changed the damn gauze pads again, slept for a few hours, woke up, listened to Heathen Chemistry, some TBG acoustics, and a whole lot of Richard Ashcroft, and that was that, though I was still a little dopey from being ko'ed by that injection, but it's nothing compared to the morning-after-rave feeling. Bleh.

Why the hell am I up so early? Anti-biotics every six fucking hours, that's why.

It's only been a day, but I'm getting pretty sick of yogurt. Curried mashed potatoes sounds good, but no curry sauce... hummus and potatoes would be good too. Damn, Ail's gonna rub it in now...

I'll be back in a couple days, or so, I don't think anyone's comin' here much lately anyway to warrant writing frequent entries. That and I'm still not "feeling it". You'd think with two writers, there'd be a somewhat steady flow of updates. You'd THINK.

Oh, and happy birthday to Gord-to-the-Don, sorry for my tardiness, I suck cack. And thanks for reading our entries, you little lurker you.

Doubtful he sees this, but sorry Sean for not makin' it to your Christmas shindig yesterday. If it was today, I'd hit that shit. What are you doing today anyway? I guess this means I have to start working out again. For real this time, cause I seem to say that every several weeks.

Neil's just glad he didn't bleed in his sleep.