Last friday as most of you know I fell off the roof, well I got a few bruises on my ankles and shoulder and those finally healed. My father need help unloading wood from the truck and splitting a few pieces; this is an easy task for the man who wasnt born with nerve damage. For me I tore a tendon in my right wrist, and I smashed the fingers on the oppisite hand. It hurts to type with the left hand and it hurts to move the other so there no way to get around it. My bodies trying to lie to me so I have a reason to drink, if you dont know what Im talking about I'll explain.

When your addicted to something and your trying to quit, you body will make excuses for you to take the thing your addicted to. For me it, "Your in pain, drink some whiskey!" Well Im not going to, thats not a good enough reason to drink. Anyway I thought I should make a journal because I was bored and need to talk about something...later!