Jan 08, 2008 18:09
So, let's go through my day, step by step.
Up at nine. Shower. Breakfast. Check e-mail and LJ. Look for socks. Looks for keys.
10:45: Drive to work.
10:57: Arrive at work. Power goes out.
11:03: Power returns.
Work work work work, bouncing around and complaining the whole time about how dead it is. Stomach area starts to feel uncomfortable. Pass it off as a reaction to the horrible smell in the store.
12:20: Realize that cramps are the cause of stomach pain. Joke about how my cramps used to be really bad but aren't anymore with Donna.
12:40: Ow... those are pretty bad cramps.
12:50: FUCK.
1:00: ::whimper::
1:10-2:30: DELIRIOUS WITH PAIN.
2:30: Donna carries me to the back where I call Brendan repeatedly to come pick me up. He doesn't pick up. I am escorted to my car and limp home, where I throw up pain medication constantly until a little after three.
SO THAT WAS MY DAY, INTERNET. HOW WAS YOURS?
I passed out for a few hours and I feel a little better now. Better enough to read and write, at least.
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"38 Minutes" was on SciFi. I want to draw little hearts around Zelenka's name again. This is a near constant occurrence. Lorne's, too, even though he wasn't in this episode. OH MAJOR LORNE. My senior prom date. Also, Ford's, just for that part when Rodney points out that they're not moving because of inertia, so Ford runs into the bulkhead over and over again to make it move. OH FORD. I want to pet him.
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