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Vicodin is fun on a two pill per day basis.

Vicodin is not fun on a twelve pill per day basis.

The butt doesn't hurt but the mind misses "clarity."

PS I really want juice but I'm not allowed to drive (and I can't find my stinking keys anyways). :( Boo.

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Having gone to CU Boulder and having lived in the dorms with these guys, this doesn't surprise me.

I was on a committee reevaluating how student dollars were spent to support the football program and I was appalled at how many liberties these men were given. Natural consequences...bastards.

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I can't cook. It's a sad fact that I've come to terms with.

But here's something that I *can* make. It's my favorite kind of recipe...easy and idiot-proof.

And now Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you...

( FUCK! THAT'S A LOT OF FIBER CHILI )

To Do Lists

I feel so useless at home. I feel like I should accomplish something on my long "To-Do" List but I don't have the strength to do most of it (most of my "to do"s involve going out and running errands, spending money , cleaning my apartment, or cleaning out the old car). I need to remind myself that it's okay to lay around for a few days and heal...it just feels so lazy and pointless. Gah.

Maybe I should try to study? It's unlikely that I'll be able to concentrate, but at least I can heal my ass while I review my Sociology homework. I suppose that I could also work on my resume for China. If I proof-read, no loss can come from it.

I'm such a whiner, I know it. I'm sorry. I have zero pain tolerance, I'm petulant, impatient, and childish--and a mutilated ass brings it all to the fore.