Mouth Bleeding
It’s amazing to think, but I do believe I woke up too
early today. Now, 10:00 AM is stretching it for complaining about, so
bear with me.
After 2 Group Meetings that already put
my Social Quotient above 100 (34 is Regular) I met with someone to
discuss Inventory Management and then headed to class. The Professor
skipped out 30 minutes early because no one wanted to answer his
quasi-rhetorical questions, so I hit Chap around 2 and nearly fell
asleep. I was awakened by a Vanilla Coke bottle hurled at my head from
a kindly roommate, then proceeded to Dukes to achieve minimum food
consumption of 400 Calories per Meal. I was seduced by the Dark Side
of the Food Industry and sunk a massive amount of funds into non
perishable food packed into a cooler.
Returned to
Chap, more sleep. Awakened by kindly suitemate after I fell asleep
reading Dickens, and proceeded to haul provisions to a friends car as
a favor (since he was heading home for the weekend). Sandals rapidly
filled with snow, and feet became hypothermic.
Nourishment Expedition No. 2 was uneventful. More sleep followed.
Remote Control is broken so I used suitemates to change channels.
Racquetball was scheduled at 6:00 PM, saw former Girlfriends new Boy.
Very Sweaty. Worst Racquetball of my life, so very tired. No speed and
no skill today resulted in severe thrashing.
Shower was uneventful
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Shaving:
Ok, I have to shave just like any other man,
so I figured why not do it the right way? Poisonous Cream and Razor
Sharp Blades shoved into my face.
When I shave, I
stare directly at my face as I make dozens of smooth passes across it.
The whole time I’m moving my head to see it from different angles in
the mirror. Bottom, Straight on, Left, Right, From the Top etc.
At first, I’m wearing a green mask. Strip by strip I can see what’s
underneath.
I never get chances to look at myself in
mirrors anymore. At least, not alone. I look different to myself. Not
more hansom, not uglier, not paler, not stiffer, nothing like that.
Something more subtle.
I don’t know what it is
honestly, but I can say with certainty that I feel something.
Maybe I was just really tired when that happened, I could have been
hallucinating from racquetball fatigue.
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Oh, for the love of Jesus I hurt all over. Legs, Arms, Shoulders, Head
(Racquet), Feet….all equally sore.
I turned down a
ride home, but I don’t feel too bad about it. I talk to my siblings
enough, and parents are fine. I have the feeling I should be getting
to know them while they’re in good health, though. Most of the kids
around me are unconcerned with stuff like that…they party, hang out
with friends, date, etc…but it bothers me that most of us never know
them and realize our mistake later, when they may not be the same
people they used to be.
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Tomorrow has been designated a recovery day for me.
I’m going to shave my head. Hair is a hassle.
I want to bleed from my mouth again.