bleeaagh
I need to take a shower. It's a deep, visceral need. Not just what I've been doing, with the vaccuum sock and leaning my head under the faucet. I need to take a real shower. Hot water, standing upright like a normal person, not a damned vaccuum sock or plastic garbage bag anywhere. I'm slowly going insane due to lack of a proper shower, and no one is noticing. I'm so tempted to go down to my dad's toolbench and fire up the tablesaw. If I was careful, I think I could get the cast off. I wouldn't mind a little bit of blood. It would wash off in the shower anyways.