July 5th, 2002

torn sky

No wrists or feet yet

I poked a hole in my ear with a sewing needle. All by myself.

Uh...got any peroxide? All we have is rubbing alcohol. Lindy probably has some peroxide for me or something, since she's got all sorts of holes in her head.

Now, I need something cool to put in the hole. Perhaps one of the fine vendors at C-Stone has something good for me.