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January 31, 2005
Concussions
There is a person who I like to be. He's a wise, quiet, winking-smiling man, young at heart, never taking things too seriously, but always taking them as seriously as they merit being taken.
Last night I went drinking with my roommates. I was in a funny mood. Missed Solange really badly. Didn't know what to do with myself, but knew I didn't want to do the work I should have been doing. So I got plastered and happy. Until we went skating, and I passed out while on the ice. "Zac? Zac?" "Is he breathing?" "Call 911." Ambulance, etc., etc... leave the hospital a couple hours later, conscious, with a headache, a face broken in a couple places, and a handful of Vicoden.
The physical injury wasn't that bad really. Much much worse is that I feel like an idiot. Like someone very different from the man I described above.
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