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How every day should begin:
Wake up on time, finish getting ready with a couple of minutes to spare. Make it three steps down the staircase, have your right leg [the one the dog seems to think is supposed to bend the other way] develop a sharp, freakish cramp that makes you wonder if someone left spikes sticking out of the steps, and then seconds after the cramp subsides, you fall down the stairs, bashing the knuckles on your left hand along the wall, and when you go to inspect the damage, notice it's as if you have a freakin' hole in one of the knuckles. Needless to say, there's blood and your leg is not happy about the situation.
That, as if it weren't obvious, was how I started my day. Really, nothing says, "Let's go to work!" like managing to injure yourself in less than a minute.
It appears I shall not make it to the FOL sale this month either. I thought I was working 12-8 tomorrow, but no, I'm working 10-6 for some odd-ass reason. I'm so used to working one for three days, then swtiching and working the other for the last two days of my work week [which'll then start off the next three, and switch] that I guess I just assumed they'd continue it after Tracey defected. But no.
( Bookish! )
Toodles.
Wake up on time, finish getting ready with a couple of minutes to spare. Make it three steps down the staircase, have your right leg [the one the dog seems to think is supposed to bend the other way] develop a sharp, freakish cramp that makes you wonder if someone left spikes sticking out of the steps, and then seconds after the cramp subsides, you fall down the stairs, bashing the knuckles on your left hand along the wall, and when you go to inspect the damage, notice it's as if you have a freakin' hole in one of the knuckles. Needless to say, there's blood and your leg is not happy about the situation.
That, as if it weren't obvious, was how I started my day. Really, nothing says, "Let's go to work!" like managing to injure yourself in less than a minute.
It appears I shall not make it to the FOL sale this month either. I thought I was working 12-8 tomorrow, but no, I'm working 10-6 for some odd-ass reason. I'm so used to working one for three days, then swtiching and working the other for the last two days of my work week [which'll then start off the next three, and switch] that I guess I just assumed they'd continue it after Tracey defected. But no.
( Bookish! )
Toodles.