Un-fucking-believable

Well this is a pretty much unbroken string of horrific luck stretching back to late January. First, you know who comes into my life and rips my guts out. Almost immediately thereafter, I find out I've got a hairline pelvic fracture that keeps me out of the gym and off the rugby pitch for 3 months, during which time about 15 lbs. of muscle wither away. After spending the entire summer rehabing and getting back into shape, and one week into the new rugby season...guess what...

...torn ligaments in my ankle. That's pretty much it for my season (maybe I can play against Harvard). The silver lining is that I'll probably be able to continue lifting. But it might be time to give up on moralism and just accept the cratefuls of Deca Durabolin I'm going to need to get back into the condition I was in last January.

Closing thoughts: "'My wrath is kindled against you and against your two friends,' said God to Eliphaz the Temanite, 'for you have not spoken what is right of me, as my servant Job has.'"---Job, 42:7

"God is the biggest bitch of them all."---South Park: Bigger, Longer, and Uncut