http://www.clogvert.com/archives/72 Clogvert: Start thinking my way... a blog by Jason Covert Wed, 19 Oct 2011 23:13:01 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 http://www.clogvert.com/archives/72/comment-page-1#comment-78 Neillio Fri, 16 Feb 2007 17:47:04 +0000 http://www.clogvert.com/?p=72#comment-78 Darren, that's tough, man. At least it means that Jason will have a second person reading his blog (at least for the next five weeks). I should mention that when I noticed a general improvement in the quality of Wife Swap this season, I suspected some of your handiwork. Honestly, that's a serious injury and I hope you have a swift and total recovery- because you'll need all your strength to handle the drug additions and agoraphobia you're surely developing. Darren, that’s tough, man. At least it means that Jason will have a second person reading his blog (at least for the next five weeks). I should mention that when I noticed a general improvement in the quality of Wife Swap this season, I suspected some of your handiwork. Honestly, that’s a serious injury and I hope you have a swift and total recovery- because you’ll need all your strength to handle the drug additions and agoraphobia you’re surely developing.

]]> http://www.clogvert.com/archives/72/comment-page-1#comment-76 darren Fri, 16 Feb 2007 04:48:16 +0000 http://www.clogvert.com/?p=72#comment-76 Thanks, Jason, for making a clumsy misshap sound like an epic journey. For that misshap was only the first step in my long journey. A journey of the mind. I cannot leave the confines of my 2-bedroom Brooklyn apartment, so my mind is my vessel and Percaset my sail, and sometimes docking at Ultram for supplies. I must admit I am beginning to, as American soldiers in Vietnam used to say, get squirrely. I feel claustrophobic lying alone in my queen-sized bed. Despite the winter weather, I have not known a change in temperature in 3 weeks. Money, drugs, food and pornography have all been shipped to me through the modern, cosmopolitan conveinience of mail, internet and delivery services, but I would give it all back tomorrow if only I could simply walk again. Do not cry for me, though. This phoenix will rise from the ashes and show the world what I am made of. Probably by walking to the store for a six pack and twinkies. Thanks, Jason, for making a clumsy misshap sound like an epic journey. For that misshap was only the first step in my long journey. A journey of the mind. I cannot leave the confines of my 2-bedroom Brooklyn apartment, so my mind is my vessel and Percaset my sail, and sometimes docking at Ultram for supplies. I must admit I am beginning to, as American soldiers in Vietnam used to say, get squirrely. I feel claustrophobic lying alone in my queen-sized bed. Despite the winter weather, I have not known a change in temperature in 3 weeks. Money, drugs, food and pornography have all been shipped to me through the modern, cosmopolitan conveinience of mail, internet and delivery services, but I would give it all back tomorrow if only I could simply walk again. Do not cry for me, though. This phoenix will rise from the ashes and show the world what I am made of. Probably by walking to the store for a six pack and twinkies.

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