Stigmata Approaches Burrito Handler on a Regular Basis Despite Protests

I'm tired. And my knees hurt. I am seriously more than considering a trip to the friendly doc to see what is officially medically wrong with me. For those of you who don't know, I am a clutz. And when I say clutz, I mean as a kid I seriously tripped on the seatbelt on the way out of the car and fell into the street on a regular basis when trying to walk on the curb. I have had a lapse where I was normal, but the last couple years have proven that fate is catching up to me. I now trip while walking up stairs and bang my knees on everything under the sun...including pavement, but that's normally only after drinking. However...I have had those damn bloody knees for over a week now, and it's like I woke up bleeding on the pavement yesterday.

When going to go get a photo ID for work, (I was all dressed up and trying to look respectable...think picture day at school) I clipped my knee with the corner of my door at just started pouring out blood...and it fucking hurt (Not trying to be gross...I am not really a wuss when it comes to pain, but I looked like an asshole), and the place closed in 40 minutes and it was raining so I had to go get the picture over with. Well...pain aside, as I was sitting in the waiting room I noticed people were giving me weird looks and as I looked down, I saw my leg was pretty much covered in blood. Fun. Not even a good story to come out of that one. So, I am wearing knee pads. Literally. I have gauze taped to my leg so that when my body considers revolting again, at least the disruption won't go through my jeans. It's like my knees are on the rag. Not fun. So, this long and pretty gross story aside, I am going to the doctor. I need to fix my retardedness and see what's wrong with me. If I am dying, I'll let you all know.

In the mean time. This weird random dude came in today and asked for a pizza. I actually laughed at him at the wrong moment. His defense was that we used to be pizza hut. I looked at him and emphasized, "USED to be...dude, we sell BURRITOS." Our place is flashy beyond belief. You can probably see the colors glaring at you from 5 miles away in fog, and the name of the place is everywhere...it's a wee bit obvious that Pizza Hut is dead and gone. I guess he really wanted a pizza.