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I've been really productive. A couple of weeks ago I cleaned my car in preparation for this date that had the possibility of continuing on somewhere else, and I'd be driving. So I cleaned out the coffee cups and vaccuumed the carpets and wiped down the interiors and generally had a good time. Today I finished the job by giving the outside a good scrubbing. It's all shiny now. If only I could pop the dent out of the roof. I need one of those magnet things, or suction cup things. I don't suppose anyone has one they'd lend me?
I also went shoe shopping yesterday, because I really needed some black shoes to wear with my black stuff. I have brown shoes, but my black ones got, shall we say, peed on. SO. Payless. Look payless, you and I have had good times. You've always had something I liked. Sandles. The high-tops era. The period of shit-kickers. So what's with all the shoes in the girl's section having three inch high heels and straps everywhere? Do not want, Payless. You're better than that.
I finally found something i liked in a whole other section. Suffice to say, I now know for a certainty that I wear a size 4 boys. Sigh. Result: brown airwalks with lion rampant; black faux-crocodile dress shoes.
So after I washed my car, I went back into the house and proceeded to fall UP the stairs. So like a human, I cursed and went about my business. I doodled in my room for a couple of minutes massaging my jammed pinky and then went into the bathroom to pee. And then the pain hit and I suddenly couldn't breathe and my knees hit the floor and I threw the toilet seat up because I actually have a very clear head when I'm about to vomit.
Luckily I didn't actually vomit. And my finger isn't broken. I don't know why it hit like that, but I can bend it (with some pain) and it's not swollen. So I'm good, and I don't want to throw up anymore. Yay!
so now i'm torn between taking a shower and writing something. something about a girl who breaks her finger falling up the stairs, or something.