|To Those in the Know
||[11 Jul 2009|04:15pm]
Oh god, stop dying!!
I am referring to myself there. And nothing so insidious as the last time. I may have fallen on a pair of gardening shears only to discover puncturing lungs is very painful. I was unconscious the last time I had a sucking chest wound...
I blame Dorian, as he was probably the last person to be in my shed for any stretch of time, because we all know I do not garden. And it's fun to blame Dorian.
Don't even ask what I was doing in the shed, because I have not a friggin' clue in the world.
At least I disposed of the fatal hazard out there...