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Started the day with a huge amount of pain in the usual places. Later it was suggested, that the pain came from an irritation of my appendix. I came to that conclusion due to my standard painkillers numbing it, and being able to jump up and down and lift my right leg. I should have asked a Doctor about it… The pain could also stem from a bout of ulcerative colitis. At this point, my body is a haunted house, with every fart sounding like a plea for help.
Kirby developed a fever coupled with headaches and aching legs. We played a few Turtles video games—what happened to my reaction time?! i used to march unscathed through the first couple of Turtles II levels on the Game Boy; it's only been what, 30 years—and read a few stories. He went out like a light. When he asked me about it, i let slip, to have already bought a few of the blind bagged Lego figures of Across the Spider-Verse characters, so he went and looked for them. I told him, he'll get one tomorrow, and when we got up at night for a pee run, he mentioned it, which was hilarious due to him not being fully awake and slightly annoyed with his bladder.
Left work earlier. Can't stand the people. As much as i dig my blue collar job, i hate the people. Everybody is a wronged genius, and if they were in power … every day…
I'm at that stage again, when suicide is the best solution. Rehab with all it's great ideas is just that, a safe space, detached from the reality of the grind that mauled you into a shape fit that fits the lock.