Bloody ankles
The last two nights have been filled with bad dreams, nightmares, I suppose. I wake up with a rapid heartbeat and in a cold sweat. The only dream I can remember is where I was playing baseball with some of the Cubs, notably Carlos Zambrano and Phil Nevin. We were playing in my parent's backyards, and it was going fine until four Mexican children were run over by a delivery truck. At the point I woke up in a panic, and I do not know what the fuck. This is not a nightmare, but I do not know what is going on. Why all the heartbeat? Why all the sweating? I feel like I have not slept in the last two days, and I am anxious, if not fearful of going to sleep again.
Also, it is well known that I do not like feet. Well, I came home from school today and when I took off my left shoe, my sock was covered in blood, mostly around the heal and the back of my heal/ankle. I had gotten some blisters from the walking I have been doing, but by merely walking around on campus during the school day, I was able to bleed myself like the times where barbers were dentists. I guess that explains the extra discomfort I felt today when I put my shoes on. So yall can check that off as another reason Kyle does not like feet.
Also, it is well known that I do not like feet. Well, I came home from school today and when I took off my left shoe, my sock was covered in blood, mostly around the heal and the back of my heal/ankle. I had gotten some blisters from the walking I have been doing, but by merely walking around on campus during the school day, I was able to bleed myself like the times where barbers were dentists. I guess that explains the extra discomfort I felt today when I put my shoes on. So yall can check that off as another reason Kyle does not like feet.