A Better Explanation, Part 1

Saturday, Jan. 10, 2004 -
Apóslâmin ida corbalanyrtne 'lsão rohl'daathiém vá nença iroyssÿrd.

In no particular order, neither chronological nor by degree of momentousness:

The Moondoggie had major surgery and now has pneumonia.

The mater may or may not have cancer. Again.

I may or may not have epilepsy. I had a seizure. I'm not allowed to drive for six months.

The Big Squeeze and Nena got married.

Nena wants the Big Squeeze to fuck me. Literally.

My sister Bert is trying to stave off foreclosure.

My brother is living with me while he's trying to throw his former girlfriend out of his house.

The Fiend, Jer and I broke up twice, each time for a few hours.

I caught a cold.

I slipped in the bathroom and strained my right knee.

I became 29 years old on Christmas.

And I was in Cambria for the earthquake, about 15 miles from the epicenter, in a bed on wheels.

It's been a rather interesting winter, so far.

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Apóslâmin ida corbalanç 'lse nesgla ugaró-cham sa cru ogrulho batãoltha alémvásde.

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