is wrong.

been bsuting my ass to get packed for pennsic tonight. supposed to be storms of a big way coming through. bad enough i got informed by my storm chaser friend he will be arriving any time now for them. YAY. so yeah.

let me begin. today was JUST hot enough to make me sick. but i pushed. and got disoreinted and sick to my stomach and my muscles felt like i had the flu and the pain everywhere was just ramped up. decide i should cook while in the midst of packing. NOTHING ON THE STOVE WILL LIGHT. for me. Lit for Others. got so pissed i tossed the whole fucking pot of water in the sink and left. kinda really feeling the hunger now at 3:30am

so i packed more. broke things. found things. got hurt by things. reached up to get something and felt something go very very wrong with my shoulder. now it hurts to lift my shoulder at all. still keep packing. still keep moving cause the weather says the storms would begin by now. so i kept at it kept at it. still feeling the sickness of the heat. i get everything out the door. down the very accursed steps. just so you know at the best of times steps feel like taking a baseball bat to my legs and a knife to my foot and calf. that is doing any single step. ramps and inclines are far easier. steps hurt so fucking bad. so by this point i am really hurting. but good news the storms will not hit til 5 am now YAY! so i go down to the garage to set up where i am going to put things. it is filled with shit. stuff is everywhere. for some reason BOXES OF GARBAGE. so i am already pissed at this point so i am all like ok they are all cardboard i will burn them in the fire pit like normally used to do. and have on occaasion since along with other fires. No big thing. start fire. it is taking forever to get going so i go down to put away another thing. come back and feel sprinkles on me. FUCK RAIN. Nope BURNED GARDENHOSE! ironically spraying EVERYTHING BUT THE FIRE! you know my art and stuff i am packing. FUCK FUCK FUCK i stomp out the fire that shot out of the fire pit since the hose will not do shit. try to turn off hose. hose is all fuck you. i am soak my shit is wet. finally get it out after twisting my arm and being out of breath and in insane pain since i twisted my shoulder and arm at this point and ran the steps to get to the hose thing. i am pissed as hell. Kelson comes out. he is going to watch the next fucking box that needs to die so i can live. it explodes too! in the opposite fucking direction catching the heavy duty plastic car ramp thing on fire! YAY! more fire. Kelson panicked a bit and threw it around. i told him to toss the water on it. he ran in the house for some as i grabbed the nearby bucket and doused it. now there is wood everywhere but hey. it is out.boxes are dead he can now help me get shit to the garage. nice and... what was that flash... OMFG HUGE ASS FUCKING STORM COMING. amazingly we got everything in the fucking garage in time. it is non stop thunder out there and loud rain i am going to go out in in a few. as soon as i can stand again. Oh and i gouged my leg on a rock and had something stab me while moving shit....


this year has sucked so much fucking ass. I better be pre paying on my Karma One card...i better get all the sex at pennsic or find the ark of the covenant in a bargin bin or maybe the Spear Of Longinus tied to the end of the Compliant Staff for the Monkey King with duct tape or something at this point.