Saturday, April 14, 2007

I hate injury.

Just when my supposed dislocated shoulder pain had faded into nothing, I go to a bar, sit on a barstool for four hours, and leave with shooting pains up and down my right forearm. That was Thursday night. It's Saturday morning and there is a bright blue vein pulsing visibly in my arm where the pain is. What does this mean?!

I think it means I shouldn't go back to Rocket Bar. Once I've been injured physically there, and once I humiliated myself in front of co-workers. No more Rocket Bar for Megan.

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