Hoodyup's Evil Caregiver's Notes : Train Wreck -- Feel Like Crap (date approximate)

Friday, September 28, 2007

Train Wreck -- Feel Like Crap (date approximate)

Well, I feel like a train wreck

And I smell like a bum crappin' corn

I woke up this morning

Far from the underwear I'd worn

I'm still amazed that I made it

All the way to lunch break

That pastrami sandwich must

Surely have been a mistake

Last night a twelve pack

Some tough talk, some things to forget

Like peein' in a bottle and

Gettin' the hotel seats all wet

But like lightning, like standin' at the gates of hell

I answer the questions and stagger off

Knowing all is well

I'm the highest functioning retard

The world has ever seen

And if I had it to do over

Maybe I'd just drink two or three

Feel like crap

Hoodyup

Hi, I'm Andrew, AKA Hoodyup the Evil Caregiver, and I approved this blog post. I may not have been in my right mind at the time, but what's done is done. I stand by my sins. Eppur si muove. I started this blog as a way to vent my frustrations with life, the universe and everything (not the book by Douglas Adams; that was quite good, actually). My seemingly charmed life took a turn in 2004 when my wife Sharon was diagnosed with MS. This blog documents the fallout and revisits the past, as well as chronicling my dreams and rants throughout the years. Be warned - explicit language and content that runs the gamut can be found in these posts, which describe personal events, both real and those dreamed up by my overactive nocturnal psyche. Also, I use real names whenever possible, so if you see a post with your name on it, it probably refers to you. Unless, of course, you don't know me, in which case it is purely coincidental. Enjoy your visit. Comment, if you so desire, or lurk privately. This blog can be your guilty pleasure (or displeasure).

Hoodyup's Evil Caregiver's Notes

Friday, September 28, 2007

Train Wreck -- Feel Like Crap (date approximate)

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