The Dead Part of You

It's that time of year again - I seem to link this every year. What I like most this year is the was so many of the template's elements have fallen apart, yet it still looks totally 4AD. Jhames! Do you still have the images and template code? I'd love to tweak it for NewBlogger.

So just how fucked up is this. I am at Faulkner Hospital in Jamaica Plain. I came to the ER because, well, I've finally had my nervous breakdown. They've left me alone in this waiting room with a PC that was ridiculously easy to hack (obviously so, hence this post). I've been here for hours...have they forgotten me? I'm giving it 30 more minutes before I just walk out and go home.

Hospitals are SERIOUSLY fucked organizations. I've not spent a lot of time in them, but it's been a rather enlightening afternoon.

So yeah, between work, family, life and everything else, I'm fucked. Fuc

So yeah, five years later things are better now. No more throwing up in public, at least.