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For those of you who don't get it yet, my nurse is typing everything I say. Not only can I NOT move in order to type on the keyboard, but even if I could, I think I would piss Marie off if I started molting on her keyboard.

This guy is fucked up...for serious you guys, you should see him.

HEY. Anyway, she is a really nice nurse and I'd like to thank her for helping me out.

My bandages are becoming saturated, and I can't move yet. I can honestly say the first thing I'm going to do when I start to really live again, is end the life of my son, then my wife. Whatever though. I've already got a girlfriend...her name is Terri, she's the coma patient across the room. The press has been here non-stop, taking pictures of her, and I think they know we an item. No one takes pictures of me...

Because it hurts.

OK, it definately hurts again. I pray for death.

Honestly, I'm feeling a bit better. The drugs are rockin me hardcore, but I'll be damned if I touch a Toqito ever again.