So apparently spring is here. How do I know? Because when I walked out to my car this afternoon, I was greeted with a nice, thick layer of neon-green POLLEN. Fucking pollen. Everywhere! Goddamnit! As if it wasn't hard enough to keep that dang car clean.
Then, of course, I also have seasonal allergy problems. They don't get that bad in Dixie, judging from last year, but it's still going to be a sneezefest for the next couple months. Fuckin' hate that.
Anyway, right now I'm simultaneously high as shit on Vicodin and sweating from this giant triple latte. It's an interesting combination (I wonder if this is how meth feels?). Been awhile since I've had any good prescriptions... I think the last time was in '09 when I shattered the bejeezus out of my lower radius, again via an impromptu meeting with a concrete slab. (Seems we need to rubberize the world if I'm expected to remain uninjured for any length of time.) That time they gave me so much Percocet that I became nearly immune to its effects - wonder I didn't get properly addicted to it. God knows I needed the stuff after having my lower arm replaced with a giant titanium rod, held together with an entire hardware store full of screws. Curse my accident-proneness.
In other news, evidently "proneness" is an actual word. Sounds wrong, you know?
I was going to try and finish Outlaws, Inc. today but I can't seem to figure out what I did with it. Looks like I'll test my virtual DUI skills in Gran Turismo 5 instead. I also picked up one each of Chris Kyle's American Sniper and Tucker Max's Hilarity Ensues, which are autobiographies of the most lethal U.S. military sniper in history and the biggest douchebag in U.S. history, respectively. Interesting role models I have.
I guess I'll stop rambling now... deuces
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