Register Wars
After a brief cessation of hostilities (due to my closing the vent off and leaving it closed accidentally) we’ve had another flare-up in the 07-08 Register Wars. Curiously, Chelsea is winning at the moment. Jake outweighs her, but she out-growls him.
In other news, I’ve mostly recovered from my parent’s visit to “help me out” yesterday - which exhausted, befuddled and exasperated me. Highlights include my dad turning my water heater down (which I only figured out when I had to take a very NOT hot shower this morning) and then putting some nail-studded pieces of wood through the basement staircase - sticking out precariously where I need to walk. Now, I hate that staircase anyway (I have always been paranoid that I would fall down it and no one would miss me for 6 months and I would be all covered in cobwebs by then) because it’s rickety, open-backed, ends in a hard concrete floor at the bottom and oh yeah, I HAVE A BROKEN FUCKING FOOT. So impediments to my navigating the staircase (such as nail-studded pieces of wood) are a FINE idea. Quote from him: “Your foot will never even come near there”. Yeah, but my face might. What part about my having a propensity for falling down stairs does he not understand? Fuckit. Turn the water heater off while you’re at it - who needs hot water?
Got my errands run with MyTodd™ this afternoon and we met another friend for dinner, which was fun. But it’s so stupid how much I have to plan everything in advance. Like, making sure that our friend didn’t get there ahead of us and get a table in the basement, since my gimp ass couldn’t walk down there. Anyway, I have the day off tomorrow and it’s a good thing, because I have to go and have another cast put on. This one is rubbing my heel raw in the back, I can totally feel it. Plus, it smells funny. I have no idea if it’s my foot that’s smelly (though it doesn’t smell like stinky shoe smell, it’s just… weird smelling) or just the material the thing is made of, but I seriously can’t take it anymore. I have enough going on in my life that I don’t need to worry about smelling funny. I am already feeling like a big old dorky needy awkward klutz-chick, all it takes is thinking I smell funny to tip me totally into “don’t fucking touch me, and also don’t look at me” land.
I really think that impatient asshole cast-applicator guy didn’t let my foot dry enough last time, and that’s what’s making it all effed up now. But I don’t care if I have to go in there once week for a new cast from now until fucking July - I am not walking around with a smelly fucking leg, FFS. I mean, they can’t have invented an anti-microbial cast lining fabric by now? Ugh.
Now, back to my glamorous and exciting life (AKA going to change the laundry over and turn my water heater back up.) If you never hear from me again I am dead on the floor of my basement with a nail-studded board embedded in my forehead. Thanks Dad.
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