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myOtaku.com: Lance Barter
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Tuesday, July 12, 2005
*step* Owe. *step* *pop* *crack* Owe.
Well, I officially have re-learned how much I can hurt.
For some reason, every possible injury I have that still pops and/or grinds and/or snapps and/or really frickin hurts, started really frickin hurting this morning. Today, we started work early, in the heat. We ( my father and me while building our house ) put up some walls, but I got stuck on the white outside part IN THE DIREcT SUNLIGHT! Well, it glared in my eyes, and I had a headache, then I got heat exhaustion, and fell off a six foot ladder. Yes, I fainted. I F***ING! fainted. I have a big bruise *pokes big purple welt thing on back of head* ouchy... Okay, anyways, we now have two of the twelve exterior walls up, and that is after two days. Hell is hell, with or without flames, today I found out, that applies also to FEElING like you're ON fire. My wrist ( the one I busted but good ) hurts today, and is popping more often. I am complaining, I admit it, but it's all I can do, because none of my friends are on, and I can't vent. This damn situation seems so hopeless, but there are people out there ( none of them I have had any kind of sexual relations with ) who sorta kinda need me, so there is always hope. Mainly my buddies ex outta state, shes insane, like suicidal, I had to be nice to get her to puke up the pills, damn I hate having to be good at that, but hey, what are good people for? Meh, for getting the shit end of the stick. I need a hug, cause when I try to stand up, I am gonna fall over. WHERE IS EVERYONE TODAY! Man, I'm hungry.
I need to get away, from all of this, forever, like this whole work thing, constantly hovering over my head, I mean if we had money, and I got paid, I would be okay, but I don't, so it's all just free, and it is hard work, work I usually get paid ten bucks an hour for when I do my landscaping business. My stomach is growling, my dad decided I didn't need lunch, or breakfast today. I swear... nothing.
Geez.
I need help.
No I don't, I just need some rest.
Later,
Chance
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( Lance )
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