In like a fucking lion
So today into tomorrow we're slated to get up to 12 inches of snow. I'm actually really excited. One of the things about winter that I really love is snow- in fact, it's probably the only thing I love. But it has to follow these rules; it must be more than four inches, it must fall steadily and with a thickness that completely changes the shape of the horizon, and it has to happen at a time when I don't need to drive my car and I have enough groceries in. Also preferably not so hard that the local pizza shop can still get me a pizza to eat while I watch BBC miniseries.
Yesterday I fell while helping to move Jae's futon, and I landed squarely on a small, pointy pebble. It hurt a lot, and I shouted to express how that made me feel. Now I have a huge bruise right next to my thumb. It's so bad I can't really use my thumb anymore; when I try to grip things it really really REALLY hurts. Except for that part, it's kind of neat, because this bruise is really impressive. It's going to be one of those color changing varieties. I can't wait for it to be half yellow and half green. Expect pictures.
I'm trying to come up with better excuses for it than "I fell on a pebble." Upgrading that to "I fell on a rock" sounds a bit better, but doesn't involve enough hand to hand combat. Or space aliens. Hmm...any suggestions? Something that makes me sound awesome instead of klutzey would be nice.
I also had a bit of a panic attack yesterday. I think I'm way more stressed out than my brain will let me in on. That's nice of it, but once in a while something sneaks through the filter, like this panic attack, or sleeping issues. I have some massive deadlines coming up, one of them on tuesday, with little rest in between. This morning I woke up at 6 and couldn't go back to sleep. That's been happening for about a week now. It's OK- 6 is around the time I got up for work on good days this past summer. Any earlier and I'm going to have to start being a little flakier in my life. I'm trying to think of what I can stop doing to facilitate less stress and more productivity, but I've already pretty much cut out my social life and I don't do anything outside of school anymore. I guess I just have to press on for the next three weeks until things settle down.
At least I'm not sick like everyone else is around here...
Yesterday I fell while helping to move Jae's futon, and I landed squarely on a small, pointy pebble. It hurt a lot, and I shouted to express how that made me feel. Now I have a huge bruise right next to my thumb. It's so bad I can't really use my thumb anymore; when I try to grip things it really really REALLY hurts. Except for that part, it's kind of neat, because this bruise is really impressive. It's going to be one of those color changing varieties. I can't wait for it to be half yellow and half green. Expect pictures.
I'm trying to come up with better excuses for it than "I fell on a pebble." Upgrading that to "I fell on a rock" sounds a bit better, but doesn't involve enough hand to hand combat. Or space aliens. Hmm...any suggestions? Something that makes me sound awesome instead of klutzey would be nice.
I also had a bit of a panic attack yesterday. I think I'm way more stressed out than my brain will let me in on. That's nice of it, but once in a while something sneaks through the filter, like this panic attack, or sleeping issues. I have some massive deadlines coming up, one of them on tuesday, with little rest in between. This morning I woke up at 6 and couldn't go back to sleep. That's been happening for about a week now. It's OK- 6 is around the time I got up for work on good days this past summer. Any earlier and I'm going to have to start being a little flakier in my life. I'm trying to think of what I can stop doing to facilitate less stress and more productivity, but I've already pretty much cut out my social life and I don't do anything outside of school anymore. I guess I just have to press on for the next three weeks until things settle down.
At least I'm not sick like everyone else is around here...