This evening the Warped Tour caravan will leave us behind as it heads into the temperate climate of Canada, providing three days off and some highly required rest. The past four days have involved grueling twelve-hour drives, some of which I cannot even comprehend the route. If possible, it would be quite beneficial if someone could explain to me how going from Indiana to Pennsylvania takes half the amount of time than the drive between Indiana and New Jersey. Ignoring my personal shortcomings concerning the complicated fact that I apparently live in a three-dimensional world, my days have been eventful. During our day off in Indiana, replete with exuberance from considering the concept of a mall, I managed to buy 18 pairs of socks. Obviously, we only have nine days of touring left, so my purchases were somewhat excessive. Nonetheless, one can never have too many knee socks … or, at least that is what I need to convince myself.
Ironically, my socks adventure proved to become even more inane as the emergency room in “Boston” (better known as Attleboro, Massachusetts) decided that part of my toe needed to be removed. Before I get into the gory details, quick rewind to my least favorite venue of Cleveland, OH where hail storms initiated what I perceive to be an apocalypse. That lovely (too bad sarcasm does not come through typing) day witnessed me unknowingly cutting open my toe, which then hung out in dirty rain water for two hours. In the end, it became quite unpleasant looking and failed to improve. Hence, Scotty finally suggested that I had it looked at. I will never enter a hospital again, as I believe the removal of any amount of my toe is completely unnecessary. So, now I sit, an invalid with a left big toe covered in gauze. At least I was not the kid in the ER who got elbowed in the face during Coheed … my toe may be slightly unfortunate, but at least my face is still intact (well, at least as intact as it began).
