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[11 Oct 2009|12:49pm] |
My heritage is imprinted into my genes.
No matter how much you try to be impressive by snarling at interns, it completely ruins the effect when you turn around and walk face first into a wall. Now my nose is bloody, and I didn't want to stop to let them see that I had broken it.
Damn it.
Xai needs to get his ass into work. My pride won't let me go ask for help now.
And I'm refusing to let anyone see it. Which presents a problem for the surgery we have scheduled later....
Maybe I should just wear a storm trooper helmet through it. I mean, eccentricity does allow for a covering up of moments of humiliation. And I'd rather be seen as an odd freak than a clumsy buffoon.
That, and I really like that helmet. Any excuse to wear it, I suppose.
They need a Star Wars rehab.
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