It has been a day
Yea. I am insane. Ha. Yea. Anyways...I got home from school (for once I actually went home before dark) and my dad was at the kitchen table doing paperwork. He saw that I was wearing a glove (he hates the glove and, what he calls, the "freak" thing). He yelled at me a bunch. I wore it today to hide my hand. I have big cuts all over it and the gauze was irritating it. My hand looks "diseased"-Shelly- and I didn't feel like a zillion people asking me what happened. Blah. So my dad took off the glove to find my messed up hand and he goes "What the fuck did you punch ya stupid ass" and I felt dumb and a little scared 'cause he seemed mad. I told him that it was from chemicals or something..that I didn't know what happened..that I just woke up with it. He thought it was from the battery in the van. Yea. He doesn't need to know what really happened. It's my hand and I can do what I want with it. It hurts like a bitch, though...yea, well. My fault. I'm picking up one of Shelly's birthday presents tomorrow and making another one (Something she has always wanted and that I can do with the skills that I have :). I am sooo excited. This is going to be great. Now I'm going to roast in the sauna with a very sexy woman and fall on my ass in a Pilate's class!! Yea, buddy!
eat more cheese, people! ~Jillian
eat more cheese, people! ~Jillian