Hi!
I am totally not dead. Slightly bruised but alive. You can blame Sex & The City and their need to package their
DVD box sets in HEAVY SHARP PLASTIC CASES OF DOOM. :'(
Long story short, I am left with a sliced and broken pinkie toe. I didn't go to the ER or anything, just hobbled around and yelled at my Penguin to bring me gauze and tape and happiness. My roomie is the best to whine at because she's a Pre-K teacher & deals with bigger whiners then me.
And I am feeling crushed under the weight of challenge deadlines. But I will pull through. I have pages and pages of handwritten stuff to transcribe since I have taken to writing on the W-train when there's no one looking over my shoulder (as if they could read the scratch I try to pass off as handwriting). But it's hard to stop and get off when I'm at my stop. I have to sit there on the bench at my station until I can finish writing, I'm weird.
OOOOH! There are gonna be some AWESOME
spn_harlequin's to read soon!!