Anzety's Diary
For those that have been reading and commenting on my LJ recently - thank you. I've not bothered my arse to reply to comments, but I do read each and every one and really appreciate them. Also, I read everyone's LJ on my f-list, but I'm just to lazy to reply. So thanks, everyone. Cheers. :) And for your amusement, the second installment in Zety's diary. I should make the effort to make this a daily thing. XD
27th July 2007
Cookie Dough Ice Cream- ½ pint.
Inapprioate thoughts - 629
Black Eyes - 1
Split lip - 1
Alcohol Units- 0, but took about 6 painkillers. ^-^
Swear Words - lost count.
10pm.
Took another sleeping pill at about 1030 last night, and was suitably asleep by 11pm. Only to be woken up at about 4 in the morning when Zimon decided to call. He was worried that I hadn’t called him. Huh. Worried huh? I could hear the panic dripping through his voice. Anyway, I was heavily groggy by this point, so I mumbled something about sleeping pills, sleeping and early morning starts and hung up. When I woke up at 8am this morning I felt oddly empowered so decided to head outside to put out Susan’s Guinea Pigs while she lounged after a late shift.
And promptly fell into Nicki’s landscaping, hitting my face off a rock. Now my pretty pretty face looks like a burst plum. HOWL!
Of course, upon hearing my startled cries, everyone in the house came rushing out to attend to my wounds and fawn upon me in the manner that I would upon them should they acquire a paper cut.
That last statement was a painful lie. In reality I scrambled upright, bleeding from the mouth, convinced I had lost an eye and stumbled through to the bathroom where I peered at my horrific reflection in the mirror. Dutifully attended to both wounds with clean, soapy water (IT STUNG!) and ice pack. So when Fall wandered down stairs demanding that I make him a fry up for breakfast I promptly told him where he could shove it. Fall then proceeded to laugh and mock my condition until Nicki wandered down stairs, and wracked with guilt about me falling into his hole, (Huh.) made the boy and myself breakfast. Shame chewing wasn’t something I particularly enjoyed today.
Have to admit, having Nicki fuss and feel guilty over me all day was lovely, even if he really is rather useless. He’s hopeless at doing household chores, and even more pathetic at making the dinner. It all ended up as some horrific burnt mess that even Daniel turned his nose up at (briefly, he ate it anyway.) Spent the evening with feet up watching TV while Nicki brought me cups of tea and ice cream. And dealt with Fall, he has an interesting tactic, he gives the boy a sort of ‘I will smack you across the nose and you will not like it’ look and he scuttles off obediently. It’s magic. Must injure myself on Nicki’s landscape gardening more often.
27th July 2007
Cookie Dough Ice Cream- ½ pint.
Inapprioate thoughts - 629
Black Eyes - 1
Split lip - 1
Alcohol Units- 0, but took about 6 painkillers. ^-^
Swear Words - lost count.
10pm.
Took another sleeping pill at about 1030 last night, and was suitably asleep by 11pm. Only to be woken up at about 4 in the morning when Zimon decided to call. He was worried that I hadn’t called him. Huh. Worried huh? I could hear the panic dripping through his voice. Anyway, I was heavily groggy by this point, so I mumbled something about sleeping pills, sleeping and early morning starts and hung up. When I woke up at 8am this morning I felt oddly empowered so decided to head outside to put out Susan’s Guinea Pigs while she lounged after a late shift.
And promptly fell into Nicki’s landscaping, hitting my face off a rock. Now my pretty pretty face looks like a burst plum. HOWL!
Of course, upon hearing my startled cries, everyone in the house came rushing out to attend to my wounds and fawn upon me in the manner that I would upon them should they acquire a paper cut.
That last statement was a painful lie. In reality I scrambled upright, bleeding from the mouth, convinced I had lost an eye and stumbled through to the bathroom where I peered at my horrific reflection in the mirror. Dutifully attended to both wounds with clean, soapy water (IT STUNG!) and ice pack. So when Fall wandered down stairs demanding that I make him a fry up for breakfast I promptly told him where he could shove it. Fall then proceeded to laugh and mock my condition until Nicki wandered down stairs, and wracked with guilt about me falling into his hole, (Huh.) made the boy and myself breakfast. Shame chewing wasn’t something I particularly enjoyed today.
Have to admit, having Nicki fuss and feel guilty over me all day was lovely, even if he really is rather useless. He’s hopeless at doing household chores, and even more pathetic at making the dinner. It all ended up as some horrific burnt mess that even Daniel turned his nose up at (briefly, he ate it anyway.) Spent the evening with feet up watching TV while Nicki brought me cups of tea and ice cream. And dealt with Fall, he has an interesting tactic, he gives the boy a sort of ‘I will smack you across the nose and you will not like it’ look and he scuttles off obediently. It’s magic. Must injure myself on Nicki’s landscape gardening more often.