"Burying Luck"
So, I've pondered over some of the worst things in the world: war, famine, and shit like that. Yeah, it sucks, but you know what else sucks? You put a pizza in the oven, wait the 12-15 minutes for your delicious treat, pull the pizza out after said time is over, and what can't you find? A GOD DAMN PIZZA CUTTER! I hate using knives to cut pizza.
On a more important note: my Dad's surgery went great. The operation took four hours or so, they shipped him over to ICU, gave him a day to recoop, and he is already back home in Rainier. It fucking baffles my mind that with modern technology some doctors can poke and prod around in someones brain, fix whatever the problem is, and then have 'um home for dinner the next day. Insane.
The worst thing in the hospital was when I woke up from a nap with a headache. I tried to fight through it, but the damn thing wouldn't subside. So, I go to the nurses station and ask for some aspirin or something on that level. What was their response? "I'm sorry, we can't give that out. You could go downstairs to the prescriptions and buy a bottle." I'm in a God damn hospital and I can't get a handout of headache relief. Christ.
Well, I'm back in Olympia and I've already eaten at Old School, drank in about every bar, slept in Monkae's bed with him next to me trying to snuggle, brown-bagged with some randoms on a footpath, watched a shitty movie (DO NOT SEE THE HILLS HAVE EYES 2), went to Olympic Comics and Cards, making plans to get tattooed, frequented the Shell station way too much, and took a nap with my cat. So far I've been pretty productive I think.
Oh yeah:
There's no excuse why you shouldn't go to this.
-Sean
P.S. I'm listening to the new Minus the Bear, eating pizza, and being very happy.
On a more important note: my Dad's surgery went great. The operation took four hours or so, they shipped him over to ICU, gave him a day to recoop, and he is already back home in Rainier. It fucking baffles my mind that with modern technology some doctors can poke and prod around in someones brain, fix whatever the problem is, and then have 'um home for dinner the next day. Insane.
The worst thing in the hospital was when I woke up from a nap with a headache. I tried to fight through it, but the damn thing wouldn't subside. So, I go to the nurses station and ask for some aspirin or something on that level. What was their response? "I'm sorry, we can't give that out. You could go downstairs to the prescriptions and buy a bottle." I'm in a God damn hospital and I can't get a handout of headache relief. Christ.
Well, I'm back in Olympia and I've already eaten at Old School, drank in about every bar, slept in Monkae's bed with him next to me trying to snuggle, brown-bagged with some randoms on a footpath, watched a shitty movie (DO NOT SEE THE HILLS HAVE EYES 2), went to Olympic Comics and Cards, making plans to get tattooed, frequented the Shell station way too much, and took a nap with my cat. So far I've been pretty productive I think.
Oh yeah:
There's no excuse why you shouldn't go to this.
-Sean
P.S. I'm listening to the new Minus the Bear, eating pizza, and being very happy.