The man I'm supposed to be.
I won't deny the pain.
I won't deny the change.
And should I fall from grace
Here with you,
Will you leave me, too?

Smashing Pumpkins, "Galapagos"
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I'm a little weirded out right now. An old roommate of my brother was found dead in Europe after a being missing for a week. They found him in his apartment, and while there are no details right now, everyone is speculating that it was alcohol-poisoning or a drug overdose. He hadn't been since since last Saturday. Never underestimate the destruction at the hands of a lonely single guy on February 14. As Andre 3000 puts it, "Fuck that Valentine's Day."

I'm debating as to whether I continue punishing myself by getting carpooled everywhere, or if I just break down and rent a car. A little self-immolation never hurt anyone, I suppose.

Swelling is down. Still lots of gnarly bruises, though, or as they say in medical speak, "contusions." It still hurts to sneeze and laugh, so watching Comedy Central is practically suicide. It kind of hurts to put on a shirt, but I'm up to the point now where I can actually get out of bed without debilitating pain (only slight and moderate pain).

If you want something to distract you, go this site.