Late Night Zombie Chronicles

I was sick most of the week, but I’m feeling much better now…thank you for asking.

Yesterday, I split my knuckle open on the edge of the door while carrying some boxes. I didn’t realize i’d cut myself, so I bled all over the floor before i noticed the warm sticky droplets striking my foot. Nothing serious. It’s sore as hell, but the bleeding stopped pretty quickly. I still need to mop some of the dried blood up off the floor. I won’t be able to play guitar or practice for a while unfortunately, but I have started to write some songs for the new band (or at least strung some chords together and tried mumbling out some lyrics to go with them…i’ll have to work on them a while).

I realized that i really like to bleed. I find the sight of my blood running out and dropping on the floor kind of satisfying, which is strange because it runs counter to most of my ocd type habits. I don’t think i’d ever cut myself intentionally, but i think i will donate blood again soon, which i haven’t done in a long time, because i did always enjoy that aspect of the process. I’ll need to do it soon, because i won’t be able to after i get my next tattoo.

oh, yes…for those of you who remember from about a month ago, my neighbor’s house caught on fire. her name is sandy. this letter appeared in the News-Gazette letters to the editor section yesterday:

“GRATEFUL FOR HELP DURING HOUSE FIRE
My house was the target of an arsonist on June 19, resulting in a great deal of property damage and personal injury that required my hospitalization.
I am deeply grateful to all the firefighters and support staff who came to my assistance that evening. One may say that he or she appreciates our fireman, and I’ve yet to meet the person who would not subscribe to that heartfelt sentiment; however, that sense of appreciation takes on an even greater significance when it is based on a personal awareness of how much the assistance of those fine men and women means.
It’s very true to say that we could not get along without them.
SANDY BUCK, CHAMPAIGN”

It would be nice if she had thanked me for calling 911, but whatever…haha.

Also, just as a personal aside, she wouldn’t have had to have been hospitalized or needed assistance if she had gotten the hell out of her house when she realized it was on fire.

OK…so apparently, Natalie and I are going to the SilverBullet tonight. if anyone is interested in joining us let me know. We’ll probably get some drinks at Blind Pig for a while first and then head over to the bullet at midnight or so. It’s all up in the air though, so call me.

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