Friday, February 03, 2006

The knee

in all of its superior healing magnificence, now itches.*

Let me assure you that there are few faster ways to bridge the distance between deathless slumber and psychotically hyper awake than to reach down and scratch this baby in one's sleep.

For about 30 seconds at 5:30 am this morning, I gravely considered beating the ever loving shit out of myself.

When I say itch, I don't mean in that, "oh I'll just scratch around it" sort of way. No. It itches in that "given the opportunity, I just might chew my own leg off because suddenly I understand the sheer brilliance of those dog collars that really just look like upside down lamp shades" way. Yeah. THAT way.

And, no, it's not pretty. Not pretty at all.

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