Taking 5 year old Tramadol fucks you up. You're not going to believe this, but I took a falling barn to the knee. At least I didn't drop the running chainsaw. It happened so slow motion. I had enough time to clear the falling barn, but didn't take into consideration the lumber pile that was amass in my escape route, coupled with the sun being at the horizon obscured by clouds. I gave up on trying to sleep, hence this post. Amazingly, it's being penned grammatically correct, but when morning comes, I'll re-read it and see if that truism still holds water.
~Frank~
Quoted for truth.
Also:
I gave up on trying to sleep, hence this post.
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Lastly, and most importantly: get better, Phinn!
Going to try to go to sleep now. Thanks for the get better. Old pill is working somewhat but got a slight headache.
Gong to leave this so I can review it again later:
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I used to be a sleeper, then I took a barn to the knee.
Very seldom am I in the field doing the actual work, only acting as the procurer, buyer and seller of barn wood. But this barn, after being stripped, became unstable, and all my subcontractors were either busy elsewhere or made themselves unavailable, preparing themselves for the upcoming holiday.
Even after carefully planning the collapse via physics, and taking every foreseeable precautions, shit still happened. It could have been a lot worse, for it came down quicker than I imagined it would. I was working alone until the owner decided to show up, wanting to watch it fall. I was always mindful of where he was standing, but after the collapse, I realized he wasn't in the perfect spot, for it careened past his observation point. Luckily that 70+ year old back up enough to watch it fall directly in front of him.
He then came to where I was laying, still grasping the chainsaw, asking if I was okay. Realizing that nothing was broken, but knew I was hurting, I lied to him and said that I was fine. We rapped a little more, then he left to go home.
I'll post images later of the pre-collapse and of the barn on the ground. Meanwhile, I'm enjoying high the from the outdated Tramadol.
~Tony~
(using various names to humorously insinuate that I'm fucked up in the head)
