Chatting with kitta:

<sergio> i slept shit all yesterday
<kitta> that might be why your tired
<sergio> my legs are going numb
<sergio> but i can’t arse myself to move them
<sergio> they’re kind of hooked up to the back wheels of my chair
<sergio> a stinging pain is starting to shoot up my left calf
<sergio> and i think i’ve lost sensation in my right foot
<sergio> i really should get some coffee
<kitta> lmfao
<kitta> dude move your legs, go get coffee
<sergio> mmmm… this is what gangrene may feel like
<kitta> lol
<sergio> interestingly enough, after the horrible urgency to move prompted by the stretched tendons sets in… some kind of a nagging, sinking feeling takes over
<sergio> i’m selectively losing sensation in assorted parts of my legs
<sergio> i kind of thought they’d go all at once
<sergio> or in order
<sergio> starting with the foot… then the calf, then the knee
<sergio> but it’s not what happens
<sergio> i think it’s the chair’s edge.
<sergio> it’s sitting right there under my knees
<sergio> it’s kind of cutting circulation
<sergio> wow… now i kind of feel like they’re moving on their own
<sergio> but it’s just the muscle cramps
<kitta> sergio…
<sergio> yes?
<kitta> lol i think it’s time you move your legs and get a fucking cup of coffee
<sergio> ok… i guess i’ll try
<kitta> not too fast, or you’ll fall over
<sergio> mmm…. ankle’s sore
<sergio> feels like millions of tiny ants are walking over my legs
<sergio> resisting… urge… to scratch
<sergio> recovering feeling
<kitta> if you blog about this, i will beat you
<sergio> ooooo! more ants!
<sergio> ankle’s on fire!
<sergio> ankke’s on fire!
<sergio> gaaah!

I’d love to be able to say that this is an unusual morning conversation…

— sergio on June 08, 2005