Happy Fucking Birthday to Me
... we were going to go on vacation. We had two days off and three nights at a hotel in Pittsburgh, in a 'king spa' room with a whirlpool next to the bed.
We were going to see Chihuly glass sculptures at the Phipps Botanical Conservatory; and an entire museum of instillation art; and go to the National Aviary, and maybe eat at the Frick Museum cafe; and see Ron Mueck's waxworks while they're at the Warhol.
We were going to treat ourselves big time for surviving Christmas in retail, and get away from the family for awhile, even if the tail end of my disgusting snot cold made somewhat less of a romantic getaway.
...
... I fell ON MY WAY OUT THE DOOR. With the car nearly packed, I was taking the last bags out when my ankle turned in and I fell full length on the ground and bashed out one of the porch railings with my arm. It's not broken, at least, but it is a VERY bad sprain, and I can barely move it, much less put any weight on it. It is bad fucked up, and I am going NOWHERE.
ARGGHHHHH
HATE
HATE
HATE
We were going to see Chihuly glass sculptures at the Phipps Botanical Conservatory; and an entire museum of instillation art; and go to the National Aviary, and maybe eat at the Frick Museum cafe; and see Ron Mueck's waxworks while they're at the Warhol.
We were going to treat ourselves big time for surviving Christmas in retail, and get away from the family for awhile, even if the tail end of my disgusting snot cold made somewhat less of a romantic getaway.
...
... I fell ON MY WAY OUT THE DOOR. With the car nearly packed, I was taking the last bags out when my ankle turned in and I fell full length on the ground and bashed out one of the porch railings with my arm. It's not broken, at least, but it is a VERY bad sprain, and I can barely move it, much less put any weight on it. It is bad fucked up, and I am going NOWHERE.
ARGGHHHHH
HATE
HATE
HATE