It has been way too long since I posted here. Since last August I've been included in a wonderful, yet flawed, company. I stopped writting about my studies, which I feel is a huge mistake, although my grades couldn't be better. I should begin to work my homework with you, my sparse, audience.
Not much has happenend since I posted last. I broke my collar bone a few weeks before my birthday. Since then, I have been on my guard watching out for the one who did it (perhaps so guarded that my girlfriend, his last, has come to comptempt me).
The pain I went through with a broken collar bone was nothing compared to what I did to myself a couple of weeks after the event. I called in sick one friday and while making some coffee I stubbed my toe.
Only I thought I did. As I walked past a problematic couch, I knew something was wrong. Falling to the floor I immediately remembered my Eagle Scout training. I grabbed a clean sock (as I was falling, mind you), and put pressure on my foot.
Thankfully I didn't get an infection, or need stiches. I couldn't afford either.
I kept it as clean as a foot could be for three weeks, wrapping it twice a day. Because, you know, it's a freaking foot. Nothing more dangerous to get infected.
All wound up fine, and I must say, it's an awesome scar. So much better than the lump I've got on my collar bone.
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