I'm an idiot

Well, I'm a complete and utter idiot it seems.

On Friday night, I fell down the stairs. Matthew and I were up in the bedroom... ummm... checking for paint cracks on the ceiling and I took a little nap afterwards (there's a lot of ceiling to check, it tires me out sometimes!!!). When I woke up and realized the time (almost midnight) I figured I better go downstairs.

Naturally, I am groggy when I wake up so I completely mis-judged the top step and came crashing down. Luckily it was only 5 steps until the landing but I tell ya, it hurt! Matthew completely freaked out and screamed "ARE YOU OK?" and started to panic a little. Poor thing looked like a deer caught in the headlights (he loves me, he loves me! hahaha). It was great for me because I was too busy telling him to calm down and to sit down to think about the pain I was in. I slowly got up and came down the rest of the steps.

My right arm (but mostly my hand) is quite sore but not broken. Two of my fingers and my wrist are banged up and were bleeding. Currently I have this big black bruise on my right ass cheek and it's sore. Aren't you glad I didn't take pictures of my injuries now? :) Basically my entire right side is sore but I will live.

It's been a couple days since it happened so I can think back on it and chuckle. I asked Matthew about it last night and he thought I had hit my head and knocked myself unconcious. That's why he freaked out. He said he would have dialed 911 if I wouldn't have responded to him. Thankfully that didn't happen because I had no clothes on!!!

So, the moral of the story is... wear clothes when walking down the steps because if you fall and hurt yourself, you may just end up as a funny story for the paramedics.

Well, there's a food going 'round and it's a sticky, sticky goo...

I don't know why, but I've been craving peanut butter like CRAZY for the past couple days. I wonder why?



P.S. - I want a cigarette but I think it's just the habit of smoking one. I do not NEED one.

I'M GOING TO WRITE ABOUT THIS IN MY BLOG!!!!

We were sitting on the couch waiting for supper to cook and I was fucking around as per usual (making fun of idiotic commercials, etc) when Matthew looks over and says to me...

"You're cute... when you're quiet!"

Now he's pouting as I write this... a big fat lip and everything. He said he was only kidding and I do believe him. I'm just writing about it here for pure entertainment value.

I may be cute when I'm quiet, but he's cute all the time.

<3

I rock my socks!

ONE WHOLE WEEK WITH NO SMOKING!!! WOOO!

I rock, if I say so myself!

Runescape!

It's time for a random post about Runescape!

Wanting a cigarette....

I want a smoke really badly. It's hard at work, especially since I'm starting a new class today. Day 1 is always hard... you have 20 shy individuals staring blankly at you for 8 hours. If they aren't staring blankly at you (and are chatting instead) you're going to have one hell of a ride in the classroom over the next 25 days. A bold class on day 1 means you are going to have massive issues with chatterboxes.

So Human Resources is in my classroom telling everyone about policies. I generally take this opportunity to catch up on my smoking and the printing of materials. Since I can't smoke I might as well print. The printer has jammed 3 times so far in the past 2 hours. It usually doesn't jam. I think it hates me for quitting smoking. There's something in this universe that wants to drive me batty to the point that I start smoking again. I WANT A CIGARETTE!

It's not that I have this immense craving for one. I don't feel any mental attachment to it. I feel a physical attachment to it... I want one in my hand, I want to suck lightly on it's filter, filling me with calming smoke. I think the main problem is that I actually like smoking.



Smoking sucks... don't even bother starting.

I HAVE QUIT SMOKING!

With reserve smokes...


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