The Pain, The Pain.

Can there be a more excruciating pain than what I'm experiencing at this moment. Wow, who took theLouisville Slugger to my back? Did I cross someone in the mob? C'mon! Just a little sympathy please (that or just make my back feel better). So I sit here and try to write something funny, because I am being hounded by those (my public) who are in thralls because I haven't posted in a while. So here I am, at the behest of my public, writing in pain (the tears are flowing down my face).

Talk about being lost (no pun intended, but wow, that was lame and very pun-ish), but right now while trying to relieve this pain in my back, I am watching the show 'Lost'. Just how confusing can a show be? I'm sure that there can be even more confusing shows. (I know, not funny yet, but my back hurts). So, I really don't understand all that is going on, besides the arab being held captive by the hispanic with a gun (not trying to be racist, but I don't know their names). I think I'll change the channel.

For christmas, my father gave me a pellet gun (to shoot the cats). This wasn't a predicted, expected or even needed gift, but its the thought that counts (what thought that is, I don't know, maybe to torment the cats, we'll find out). That's a negative Ghostrider, the pattern is full (sorry, but this will be all the blog you, my public, will get while I hurt). Maybe tomorrow, maybe the pain will disipate. We shall see.

Listen. Since I've met you I've nearly been incinerated, drowned, shot at, and chopped into fish bait. We're caught in the middle of something sinister here, my guess is dad found out more than he was looking for and until I'm sure, I'm going to continue to do things the way I think they should be done.