Sore Thumb
It wasn't a great weekend, but it was redeemed. Thursday night I about chopped my thumb off with a way-too-sharp Cutco knife, which I knew would happen eventually. It's not that bad, but it was decently bad. I probably should've had stitches, but I didn't want the expense of an ER visit- nor did I want to visit the ER. So my roommates became my "Stoner Medical Team" (oh yes boys and girls, it's just as terrifying as it sounds) and I had to hold pressure on it for hours and hours so it wouldn't bleed, but eventually I was able to go to bed and now for awhile I'll have to keep it wrapped up. It's my left hand, which is good, but man I didn't realize how much I used that thumb til I broke it.
Saturday night Wudi and I decided to get drunk and talk, and that didn't end up working all that well. We got too drunk, got in a fight, I told him to leave and then when he did I cried about it. I don't remember a lot of all of it; all I know is that I woke up this morning not remembering and I turned over to reach for him and he wasn't there, and I was so asleep I actually wondered where he was or if he'd left and then some of it came back. So I felt my heart break a little bit and I looked over and saw he'd forgotten his cell phone, so I called his house and had his dad's girlfriend wake him up. He said sorry and that he'd come over as soon as his headache got a little better.
It worked out in the end. He came over, we had sex, snuggled and watched a movie all day, and had more sex until he had to go work on a paper. I think I've been needing that kind of snuggling for awhile now, and I'm sure it's mostly my fault that it hasn't been happening, but regardless, I'm happy about it. If only he were here in Athens to snuggle with right now, as I'm cold and I don't want to work on my stupid English but if I'd stop procrastinating and do it then I'd be a helluva lot closer to getting to sleep.
Saturday night Wudi and I decided to get drunk and talk, and that didn't end up working all that well. We got too drunk, got in a fight, I told him to leave and then when he did I cried about it. I don't remember a lot of all of it; all I know is that I woke up this morning not remembering and I turned over to reach for him and he wasn't there, and I was so asleep I actually wondered where he was or if he'd left and then some of it came back. So I felt my heart break a little bit and I looked over and saw he'd forgotten his cell phone, so I called his house and had his dad's girlfriend wake him up. He said sorry and that he'd come over as soon as his headache got a little better.
It worked out in the end. He came over, we had sex, snuggled and watched a movie all day, and had more sex until he had to go work on a paper. I think I've been needing that kind of snuggling for awhile now, and I'm sure it's mostly my fault that it hasn't been happening, but regardless, I'm happy about it. If only he were here in Athens to snuggle with right now, as I'm cold and I don't want to work on my stupid English but if I'd stop procrastinating and do it then I'd be a helluva lot closer to getting to sleep.