I think its pretty funny the amount of medical application I have on me at the moment.
A nicotine patch, an icy hot patch on my busted leg, a saline soak for my dermal piercing, dressed certain wounds with their respective healing solvents, I feel like a walking add for all sorts of medical companies.
The better part of my day though, is the canned meal I just ate.
I bought a can of food simply labeled as "steak and potatoes."
Sure enough, I opened the can and was greeted with a godly amount of aforementioned nourishment. To my surprise, however, there were fucking mushrooms in there too.
I love mushrooms.
Hell yeah.
I ate it, and am now incredibly satisfied.
Back to nursing my respective wounds, and back to my continued irritation due to not smoking. Day 5, woo!
Excuse the nonsense.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Medicine Patches and Steak-meat.
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way to endure buddy.
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