Yanno, one of these days i’m gonna find a name for this book i keep scribbling nonsense in.  And why do i even bother being grammatically correct?  not like anyone’s gonna read this crap anyway, probably find it on my corpse and use it for fire fuel or something, i dunno….maybe throw it at a zombie or something.  Anyway, i’m done sitting this friggin hospital bed, i’m going insane!  So i left for a while, the nurse didn’t like that but whatever.  I was only in the hospital cuz a rotter caught my leg as i running through an alleyway and i fell.  Not only did i sprain my left wrist but i got GLASS in it too.  Ouch!  Figured since arklay is the hip happenin’ spot for germs and infection i atleast wanted it cleaned up, i like having arms!  After i left, and after making nice with a real grouch, i decided to check the camps along the river i saw going accross the bridge.  I found an abandoned one with some basic supplies, socks, some cans of vienna sausages, a soda(pepsi, score!), and a new undershirt that says ‘sassy b*tch’.  But the best score of all is this sweet hatchet i found embedded in a dead guy’s skull.  Dude didn’t look like a rotter, but certainly was lunch for one….guess he wasn’t too popular with the locals.  A deal gone south for him, but not for me!  Eh, sucks to be on the recieving end of someone who wants to bury the hatchet, right?  Ah well, maybe i can get a wet stone at the store for this thing.  Peace out, yo!