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Today I fell down stairs. I have stitches and a twisted ankle and painkillers and an impending medical bill I would rather not think about. I just wrote an email that I'm pretty sure made absolutely no sense so... yeah. I hate painkillers. Hate. My brain's like a skipping record covered in grease. Fuzzy fluffy grease but I can't feel my foot to hard, or anythign below my waste really. Sorry if I say something stupid to you.
I'm trying to catch up on White Collar but I need to watch something I've seen before. Buffy is comfort show. It's like mac and cheese for the eyeballs.
I'm going to have some apologizing to do tomorrow. The mothership tried to take me home with her, and I can't be waiting on her tonight. Normally, I'm there a couple of hours, I clean, I do laundry, sometimes I organize, I cook, and I fetch and carry for her while she sits in her dent in the couch and tells me how I can improve my life. I'm 24, it wasn't a head injury, and I can't fucking handle her right now. I'm just really glad I have tomorrow of anyway. I think everything'll be a little better on Wednesday.
I'm trying to catch up on White Collar but I need to watch something I've seen before. Buffy is comfort show. It's like mac and cheese for the eyeballs.
I'm going to have some apologizing to do tomorrow. The mothership tried to take me home with her, and I can't be waiting on her tonight. Normally, I'm there a couple of hours, I clean, I do laundry, sometimes I organize, I cook, and I fetch and carry for her while she sits in her dent in the couch and tells me how I can improve my life. I'm 24, it wasn't a head injury, and I can't fucking handle her right now. I'm just really glad I have tomorrow of anyway. I think everything'll be a little better on Wednesday.
