Title:	Klutz
Date:	2008-04-14 @ 14:29
Security:	public
Mood:	sick

This morning, I woke up to get ready for work.  But, I was alternating freezing/sweating, and dizzy, couldn't barely open my eyes, so figured I'd say home and sleep.

Got up again at 10:30 feeling a tad better.  Made coffee, curled up on the couch to read.

around 12:30 figured I had some eBay shipping to do, so figured I'd get that over with.  I also had a 20 lb box of books to send to a couple at Pernese Friends for the Books to the Troops effort we are doing there.  Got all that done.

Post office is next door to the apartment complex, it's cool outside, thought I might feel better if I walked over.

Remember, I was feeling dizzy.

Headed over with packages, carrying big box of books.  Didn't see the drop in the sidewalk where there was a crack and about a two inch drop.  On the corner of the sidewalk.  It could have been easily missed.

Well. I didn't.  I went crashing down like a ton of bricks.  First thing through my brain?  "Hey, watch the fat lady fall!"

A girl was smoking outside and saw me fall, and came over to help me.  I had to sit there for about five minutes to catch my breath (I mean it had alllll gone out of me), so talked to her assuring her I was fine.  It was gratifying to know that someone cared, though.

Now, I'm still shaking about an hour later, my left knee is scraped and totally black now, my right ankle is killing me, I keep transposing letters while typing (I wrote killing as likking!), the right side of my back hurts, and I feel like a goddam fool.  And a klutz.

My husband told me to drive.  But of course I knew better.

I think I'm going to crawl back into bed.

Title:	Owie
Date:	2008-04-12 @ 16:20
Security:	public
Mood:	irritated

Toothache. Hurts. Ouch.

I'm going to have to get another one pulled.  Dammit.

And the damn people down the hall?  Someone has some cologne that's - you guessed it - sandalwood based.

I can't get away from it no matter what I do.

Waaaaaahhhhh.

Title:	Stupid Cat
Date:	2008-04-12 @ 16:02
Security:	public
Mood:	confused

Me:  Hey, Russ?

Russ: What?

Me:  Did you run over DJ's tail recently?

Russ: No-o-oo. Why, is it broken?

Me:  No.  But look at this.

*shows Russ the patch of skin on DJ's tail that's about 2" long, and 1/4" wide.

Russ:  That little bastard!  I found some tufts of hair by my chair, but didn't know what they were.

Me:  You mean, you did roll over his tail?

Russ:  I don't know.  He didn't say anything.

Me: Not even "ow"?

Russ:  Nope.  

*object of discussion looks at Russ and mews plaintively*


DJ likes to sleep under Russ' chair.  Like, right next to the wheels.  Russ must have rolled over his fur, and he yanked it out from under the wheel, leaving the hair behind.  No muss, no fuss.

Meanwhile, if I happen to step on just one hair of Chester's tail...he lets me know it.

Cats.