Sometime this morning I smacked my knuckle on something sharp. I remember doing it, but I can’t remember what I hit it on. While I was making lunch, I discovered that my knuckle was a really astonishing array of dark purples and blacks. It’s sort of squishy, too; I must’ve busted a blood vessel in there, ’cause the *whole* knuckle is all gooshy and dark. With that much dramatic bruising, I really feel as if I should be able to remember *what* I hit myself on!
hate hate hate!
Hate hate hate! We hate the bugbites! Hate hate hate! Itch itch itch! I’ve gotten more bites in less time this year…
gah :(
Wow, I feel completely horrible. Coughing and wheezing and my ears and throat itch and this sucks. :P Stupid, stupid allergies. :( I took drugs but they haven’t kicked in yet and I’m going insane with the itching and coughing. Blah. :( Maybe the astringentness of an orange would help some. Wah. :( I spent most of yesterday working on THUNDERBIRD FALLS, which would have been slightly easier if I had not failed to put in chapters 13 and 25 to my rough draft printout. I only have another few…
aaargh
Arrrgh. I took most of yesterday off because Barb was working on the same files I needed to work on, and I said, “How about if I just work on them over the weekend, that way we won’t get in each other’s way,” and she thought that sounded like a great idea. And it *was* a good idea, and this morning I got the first site all put together and it looked great. So tonight after watching 2 more episodes of Alias, I thought, “Hey, I’ll do a couple sites…
Belmont
Well, that’s horse racing. *Damn*.