This is a blog. This is NOT peer-reviewed. This is not science. The stories I tell are mine. For those of you who don't understand: These stories are told from my point of view. They are my opinion and only that. They are my memories, however I choose to remember and/or embellish them. The resemblance of characters in my stories to anyone in my life is not completely unintentional, however, I strive to protect their identities; because seriously, the shit they do and say is humiliating and stupid.

Oh...I'm telling these stories because my therapist thinks it'll help my mental and emotional well-being.

Monday, February 28, 2011

Life Sucks:

Last week:

Sick for four days.
No hot water for three.
Dog fight at seven a.m., outside in the snow, minus four degrees.
Dog bite...left thumb currently too swollen to move and definitely infected.

This week:

A trip to the doctor to get antibiotics and, unless I lie, a visit from the police to interrogate me about whose dog bit me.

Did I mention life sucks?