What The Hell Does Rant Mean?

Sacking up is not working for me. I forgot I was such a wuss. I’m no man. I’m pathetic. So I thought I was back in the saddle, but I find my ass slipping right off of it. So yesterday was my first day back to work from my back injury. Well I sat and stood all day and my leg(the injury causes my leg to cramp like no other) and back were throbbing. I got home and laid in bed until 7:30am at which point I got up for work again. Not sleeping. No. I was in evil, black pain. I was thinking about going to the emergency room just to get the pain to stop. But I didn’t. So here I am at work again sitting on my aching ass. Except this time, I’m deliriously tired. So there it is the terrible, pathetic truth. My own sack down. There is a big reason why the phrase “I wish I was dead” is hugely popular to me.

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