Every Man Is An Island

I stand by that. But clearly some men are island chains. Underneath, they are connected...

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Last night my idiot roommate Craig burned himself. He was taking hot tea out of the microwave and douched himself in the stomach and leg. For some reason he decided to go to work for "the longest shift ever" which happened to be only 45 mins long. They apparently had no ice so he suffered through it.

Later that night I saw him walking around with some frozen peas halfway down his pants. What a weirdo. Then we're watching some TV, and I saw him get up and come back with some orange juice concentrate. So I had to ask what the hell was up. After laughing for a bit, I told him that he should go to the hospital because the burn was pretty damn red. He wasn't sure if he wanted to go and made his decision about this based on what would be on TV in the next half hour. Luckily it was Sunday night at 10:30 pm, and there wasn't jack on TV. I know this is wrong, but I only volunteered to take him to the hospital because I knew that it would be quite a hilarious story.

We pulled up to Fairview University Urgent Care, and I threatened to make a run for it if he was not done in 30 minutes. I proceeded to laugh for a while over this comment. Unfortunately I didn't have the heart to run away. The nurse asked me if I wanted to enter the treatment area with Craig. I couldn't pass up this chance to watch the awkward and embarrassing moments that would surely ensue. After a long wait and watching Craig almost pass out from the fear of getting a shot in the ass, we left at about 1:30 am. We then had to find a 24 hour pharmacy to get Craig some sweet pain killers because the inpatient pharmacy server was down.

All in all it wasn't worth not writing any of my 10 page single spaced directed research paper that night. That stupid bastard. I also found out that the bag of peas down his pants were mine. That's just wrong.

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