"Chop-Chop"

Speaking of tiara's. It's that happy time again. Yeah I'm going back to the butcher's shop. Seems the symptoms that cost me part of my bleeping foot are making a come back.

This time on my other foot.

So in a few hours later in the morning I'm headed back in to see what's what. This keeps up there won't be much left to bury. 

I'm really pissed off. 

This upsets my established routine of just sitting alone, and staring.

Now I have to do that on crowded wards full of other elders waiting for their ticket out'a this hell hole. 

I'm tempted to leave it alone.

However gangrene not only stinks will kill you, but is just not a fashion statement.

If I don't die I'll post eventually.

Till then speak amongst ya selves. Foment trouble. Make graven images, and generally commit creative vandalism in my name.