Broken, shattered, alive
I’m recovering from a mild cold, which has left me more with a tickly throat and a pair of lungs hanging on for dear life than a stuffy, runny nose and a shortage of Kleenex. It sucks.
I busted my fingers earlier this week playing dodgeball and now they’re grossly ashen and bruised and I am typing with mostly my right hand. That sucks, too.
With my fingers fucked, I won’t be able to polish my Guitar Hero skillz this weekend either. That sucks most.