Jeremy must be part cat, because I think he just used up one of his nine lives.
He's at home. From the ICU. He's got a broken wrist, and has to go to the neurologist to check him out because of the brain swelling. He said he has a killer headache, but otherwise seems in good shape.
Fucking amazing.
And I don't have to beat the shit out of him for riding in the back of a truck, either - he was sitting on the side chatting while the truck was idling; the driver didn't realize he was sitting there and floored it, which of course sent Jeremy flying.
I feel much better now.
mostly pointless meanderings
Monday, October 10, 2005
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