“I’m going to cut you on your face, your neck, all over your body, and then pour sugar all over you and let the ants eat at your wounds.”
I said this to my drama teacher quite some while ago.
I never thought that one day I would find an ant creeping up my own wound and biting it. Hard.
There wasn’t even sugar in it.
Basically yesterday I was an idiot and went too fast around a bend on my bike and crashed. Result: A huge piece of flesh torn off the side of my knee, another patch torn off the side of my foot, and a few other places besides. You can even see where the little stones gouged out little thin lines in the largest wound.
It fucking hurts. Like crazy. Even though when it’s already clotting the fucking thing hurts whenever I fucking stand up or move or do whatever.
And just now an ant had the nerve to climb up my leg and bite my wound.
I crushed the evil sucker immediately of course – well no I didn’t but only because the thought didn’t occur to me at the time.
And I’m mentally crying to think of all the meaningful, interesting experiences I had at Uplands but didn’t have time to record and now when I do have time to keep a diary all I write about is how an ant bit my wound.
Pathetic.
Absolutely pathetic.
I’m going to work on my game now. Iantivirus is FUCKING DOWN A-FUCKING-GAIN FOR SOME FUCKING FUCKING REASON.
Ah well. At least I won’t get distracted from my Sun Wukong game. *goes off to write code*
