Thursday, June 10, 2010

Holy Shit.

Yeah, I know. Gratuitous and I'm a tasteless low life. I've got the corporate content filters telling me the same fucking thing. Save it.



I think I cracked and/or broke a rib. I thought a had a good shot on goal, but forgot that nearly everyone on the field is faster than me. As a result, the goal keeper snatched the ball from in front of me and I, quickly approaching the opposing goal from the right side, stopped my momentum by inadvertently diving head/shoulder first into the wall of our indoor soccer field.

I thought maybe I'd knocked something out of place: a vertebra, a rib, a vital organ. I played a little of the second half and then my normally cheerful disposition was altered by the sometimes blinding pain that occurred only when I breathed. God forbid I should cough or sneeze; I sneezed a little bit ago and almost passed out.

So I've taken a couple of percocet and started working on another geeky project here in my lab. The project? Forty Five minutes of Gooch-rigging followed by two hours of task bar watching while I writhe in pain. The tears streaming down my face? Their the task bars... of my soul.

I take no responsibility for any typos on this post.

P.S.: Have you ever come across an old stash of porn and wondered how you ever jerked off to something so tame? No? Oh, me neither.

Out.