Seeing as yesterday was Singles' Awareness Day, a good friend and I went on a date to combat our singleness. Mission successful: we both had a fabulous time viewing our school's production of Hamlet. We pretty much rock. :D Later last night I was on my steps looking into the street, and saw what looked like a crunkled newspaper flapping across the street. With closer [about two feet closer, granted by my mad leaning skills] examination and observance to the movement of this... thing, I deduced that it was a... SKUNK! And very cute. My friend said something to the effect of "I want to go kick it," to which I agreed heartily. However, we refrained from inflicting any harm on it or ourselves, and left it alone.
Yesterday, I also noticed a small red disc on my left index finger. Why it's called an index finger, I haven't a clue. But it is. And the disc was gnarly! Imagine a blood blister with no blood and a core from hell. It was gross. Fortunately, I'm trained in digit amputations, and I was able to extricate the offending grain. Happily, I'm lying. I got to keep my finger, but remedied my beefy spider bite.
As I was reaching for a can of green beans this weekend, the realization of my contorted posture hit me suddenly after the muscles [yes.... I do have them] on the left side of my body from my sternocleidomastoid to my deltoid scrunched up into a crunkled mess. After grabbing the can and hyperventilating my way upstairs with my head at a precarious angle to my head trying to stretch out my neck, my mom kindly thanked me for the beans and sent me off to go into shock somewhere else. How's that for maternal love? Charley horses are one of the worst things in the world....
Anywho, I suppose I'm gone to do something really cool. Like.... homework? Maybe? Probably not. :D Cheers!
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