Unscathed... For The Most Part

So it's been a couple days now, and the cut on my face is healing up. Today is actually the first day that I didn't leave the bandage on. It still looks like shit, but I don't know, I think the scar adds to my personality. I've been hurt, and now the whole world can see it on my face.

One sec, let me take a video, and extract a still to put up here. This should take one second. Hold on.



Ok, so it doesn't look so bad, but my cheek bone hurt like a mother fucking biotch. (pardon my french) I have to go to sleep early tonight, because tomorrow I'll be dropping of an application of at Tijuana Flats, for a job as a cashier. Boss man told me to drop it off between 2 and 4, so I don't want to be asleep then.

Man, this insomnia reminds me of the days when I first got back from Cali, and I had difficulty telling the difference between my waking moments, and when I was in fact dreaming. The nostalgia is coming back, and it's no bueno.

It's like I've seen it all before, and my life is that predictable. I'll stick a fork in my horoscope, and that's just what I'll do. Hope I don't get lost :)



good luck, and good night