Taking a moment to actually read the posting I just threw up (one might say literally, given its relative quality) on my blog just now, I realize that in the four months that have passed since I initially drafted it, there have in fact been some changes:
(74) Insert new subpart (a): I have in fact broken a bone. This fact of my life actually took place in January of this year, so I have no excuse for having drafted words to the contrary. Well, actually I have two excuses: First, the allegedly broken bone was my big toe on my left foot, but I never went to the doctor to get x-rays, so I can neither confirm nor deny whether it was actually broken. I can, however, with absolute certainty confirm that it hurt like an absolute mother-fucker for about three weeks, and I could not bend the beleaguered digit in question, so make of that what you will. Second, the only person who saw and recalls with absolute clarity the incident leading up to the alleged bone breaking was one Mr. Jose Cuervo, and he is has fled and not been seen 'round these parts ever since. So really, any and all assertions of toe-breakage that you might hear - either from me or others - is nothing more than hearsay. Probably admissible hearsay, but hearsay nonetheless.
(70) Insert new subpart (a): I can now accurately refer to "my brothers and sisters" as my brother - temporally the eldest, tempermentally the youngest - up and got hitched in June. The circumstances surrounding the blessed nuptials are many, the most prominent of which is due to make his appearance in this world on Oct 15. So now I do in fact have two sisters, and am quite pleased that it had nothing to do with my parents jumping on the procreation bandwagon once again.
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