My Pain

A lot happened yesterday, and the day before. There was joy yesterday, and the day before. Some people laughed yesterday, especially me. But today is a day of pain and suffering and anger and malice. But the sunshine still peeks through on me now and then. I am not defeated. But seriously I am hurting uber bad. I fell or jumped out of bed last night and landed on a mysterious pointy object, which pointy object made a liddle hole in ma foot. I suffered. At that exact moment I suffered, all through the night I suffered, in the morning I suffered, and now I suffer. I was almost discombobulated with pain this morning in the cafeteria, so this friendly, but apparently rather silly, women, convinced me to let her call UPD to give me a ride to the Quack Shack to get checked out b4 class. Apparently she called more then UPD because a whole bunch of cops and EMS showed up at East College Cafeteria with sirens and a stretcher. They were very put out when I told them that I didn't want to go to the ER, and the cop was deeply aggrieved at me when I called the Quack Shack "The Quack Shack", he said it was THE medical clinic and that it was foolish and irresponsible to call it the Quack Shack if you were going there for medical attention. At that point I wanted to tell him that I would be fine without medical attention and that I could and WOULD call it the Quack Shack if I jolly well wanted to. But I didn't. And I did need medical attention. And now I have crutches, and I missed English Class. But yeah, the world will be all jollity one day, ummhmm so anyway,
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