From Writhe’s journal:
“broke myu fucking right hanbd when some asshole opened hiscar door without looking. really fucking pissed off tight now and cannt type well. fcuk it hurts! asshole better pay for my hospital bill!”
“ride my bike. cuz its broken tooo
carry an unmbrella comfortabluy.. cant get the cast wetr
tie my shoes
wipe my ass
uswe the mouse well
or do anything remotely productive at work
therefore i have decided to take a leave of abnsence form svens art gallery. its sumnmer anyweay and we have had no real business since jazz fest and french quarter fest. alot of the other businesses have done the same..
now ill have a bunch of free time to heal and just relax for a bit.
oh, one good thing that did come ouyt of me going to teh hospital…
i got to see sven again. we havent neen seeing him a lot recently because of all the shgit thats going on at the cluhb. hes still in a coma and hes lost a lot of weight but his signs are good and the doictors say that he can jump out of it at any time.
*keeping as many fingers crossed as possibnle.*”