Still.
It's not a good year for my left hand. First the second degree burn, now this.
I shut my left thumb in the car door getting out to go into the doctors about my reluctant strep throat.
I bought two greeting cards, makeup powder, and soymilk, because it turns out I am lactostintolerant. Still.
Also I still can't spell.
Not much to say. I wish I could make things easier for her. I hate to see friends hurt.
We really have nothing without eachother, no?
Speaking of friends, I need to give Pat Rion his 18th birthday gift. Still. It's David-Bowie-tastic. He's a good friend, even though he calls me a jew and insists I'm hiding my "jewgold."
Yehaw. I need to find the directory. It's hard to type without my left thumb. I've been feeling odd lately. I think it's the antibiotics. Or the sweatpants. Either/Or.
I'm going to take a nap. It's the first day of spring; pray for a snowday.
I shut my left thumb in the car door getting out to go into the doctors about my reluctant strep throat.
I bought two greeting cards, makeup powder, and soymilk, because it turns out I am lactostintolerant. Still.
Also I still can't spell.
Not much to say. I wish I could make things easier for her. I hate to see friends hurt.
We really have nothing without eachother, no?
Speaking of friends, I need to give Pat Rion his 18th birthday gift. Still. It's David-Bowie-tastic. He's a good friend, even though he calls me a jew and insists I'm hiding my "jewgold."
Yehaw. I need to find the directory. It's hard to type without my left thumb. I've been feeling odd lately. I think it's the antibiotics. Or the sweatpants. Either/Or.
I'm going to take a nap. It's the first day of spring; pray for a snowday.