How are you feeling right now? (Pt 2)

[Queen Victoria]

Sleepy, out of time with the world, unpeaceful inside.  Very unusual for me.

[odeon]

I hope not, considering he is dead.

If I was going to HAVE to be dead, then I would choose to be Theodore Roosevelt, I think or possibly Benjamin Franklin, but I am scared of lightning. I would NEVER do that kite shit!!

Overall we are warm, which came into question yesterday

I would be Richard Feynman.

[odeon]

Feeling a bit sleepy. And my left eye is itchy.

[DirtDawg]

Tip cows? what the fuck is that when its at home. 

And hole for DFGL? why spend the effort to dig it, on such a jackal-souled, worthless little haploid scrotumsucker. (unless one would simply bypass the effort, and make him dig his own grave of course)

Just nail him to a cross, and stick him in a barrel full of quicklime, slowly topping it up until it comes to his stomach level, then winch him out again, to allow all his internal organs to suddenly realize they lack the support they previously had, and suddenly fall out into the CaO.

And then? just leave him to scream and scream and fucking scream, until there isn't anything left to do anymore screaming, and walk off, while he whimpers his last agonized gasps of terror, humiliation and suffering from the bloodied, ruptured scraps of necrotic tissue that once bore the name 'vocal cords'.

Fucking piece of muslim ordure that DFGL is.

NO disrespect intended.  I know nothing about you, nor do I care to, but disrespect was unintentional. 

Go forward and be away from me or better because of it.

[DirtDawg]

I feel like all the horror, pain and effort that I have been through lately has been worth it all. I have really pushed as hard as I could to get through this surgical  recovery pain.

My doc/surgeon took me through some "strength tests," today.  He set me up at half my body weight on one leg, lifting a set of weights against a computer monitor to log every thing, not really expecting me to do more than one rep. I slammed it up top with an amazing noise and then another - he stopped me.

With raised eyebrows, he added sixty more pounds - first was one hundred twenty, now, one hundred eighty pounds on my dodgy leg that had had a complete hip replacement surgery one year ago. (Complete Hip Replacement is different from some. It means having your femur sawn off, your marrow drawn out to some degree then a prosthesis embedded and an excavation into the pelvis to set a plate, screwed in to accept what was embedded into your femur - trust me one must be quite desperate to do this) I slammed it up like it was nothing. Doc became quite stern and asked if I could do more.  I said that I think so.

After doing this for half an hour, I was finally only able to lift three hundred forty pounds ONE TIME with my weak leg, after climbing up, progressively, from one hundred twenty pounds. 

At three hundred forty pounds, I had to concede that I could not do any more.  Docs eyes had gone from "why the fuck are you trying to break my computer machine"  to something like,  "Wow!"  All he said was to please wait a few minutes while he gets his assistant in here to record these results. 

About twenty minutes later, my doctor came back into my room with my new X=Rays and said how everything is going fine.  He was still very proud of the fact that I had become so strong in this one year.

[Queen Victoria]

Great job DirtDawg.

[Gopher Gary]

Great job DirtDawg.

 

[odeon]

Happy for you, DD.

[odeon]

Really sad now. See the random events thread for an explanation.

['andersom']

Really sad now. See the random events thread for an explanation.

Hope that with the sadness also good memories will come back, to bring smiles  with the sad. Not that that will make it less sad.

['andersom']

Sore, with a headache stemming from my shoulder. And somewhat sad and relieved both at the same time.

[DirtDawg]

Tip cows? what the fuck is that when its at home. 

And hole for DFGL? why spend the effort to dig it, on such a jackal-souled, worthless little haploid scrotumsucker. (unless one would simply bypass the effort, and make him dig his own grave of course)

Just nail him to a cross, and stick him in a barrel full of quicklime, slowly topping it up until it comes to his stomach level, then winch him out again, to allow all his internal organs to suddenly realize they lack the support they previously had, and suddenly fall out into the CaO.

And then? just leave him to scream and scream and fucking scream, until there isn't anything left to do anymore screaming, and walk off, while he whimpers his last agonized gasps of terror, humiliation and suffering from the bloodied, ruptured scraps of necrotic tissue that once bore the name 'vocal cords'.

Fucking piece of muslim ordure that DFGL is.

I was mainly trying tto convey that I have no clue who or what you are talking about.

If it is important, then, please give some more info.

... upon making him dig his own grave?  Does that not happen to all oppressed souls?

[odeon]

Really sad now. See the random events thread for an explanation.

Hope that with the sadness also good memories will come back, to bring smiles  with the sad. Not that that will make it less sad.

Thanks.

[Pyraxis]

Surprisingly awake.

["couldbecousin"]

Sleepy, out of time with the world, unpeaceful inside.  Very unusual for me.

  I sometimes feel a bit like that after a particularly vivid dream, especially if it's still dark when I wake up.