Finally discharged from the hospital.  Feels good.  Now I can piss myself and not worry about someone cleaning it up.  Sometimes I just need to stew in my own urine, y’know?

So I typed out this story before, but my browser crashed and I lost it all.  Basically, I pissed myself in Charles’ car on the way home.  All over his new upholstery. He kicked me out of the car, but then I was picked up by a monster truck.  We went over all of the traffic, and I beat Charles home.  I laughed in his face when he came in.  He socked me in the junk.  Then I watched the Hot Dog Channel pretty much for the rest of the day.

Oh, the River.  That’s this place that I always imagine I’m swimming with the fish and the umbrellas, which usually leads me to pissing myself.