Monday, June 30, 2008

Convalescence Day 3: Depression Rising

Last night I suddenly realised how reliant I'm going to be on other people for weeks and weeks and weeks. How fucking depressing. My leg is like an enormous plaster anchor, chaining me to one spot. Today I feel like refusing to get out of Shannon's bed - I'm set up here and I can't think of any reason to get up. Let's face it, having a shower is a mission equivalent to a ten day tramp through the mountains, and takes almost as long. I'm going mad and becoming scary paranoid in my stir craziness.

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