you know that story, alexander and the terrible horrible no good very bad day? all sorts of bad and annoying things happen to this poor kid. he gets gum in his hair, he drops his sweater in the sink, there are lima beans for dinner and kissing on the tv, and he just wants to send everything to australia.
i sympathize. i understand, i do. my last few days have been utterly horrendous. i got my period a week early, in the middle of work, while i was wearing brand new underwear. we got a new kid yesterday and all he did was cry. and last night, i got my very own set of crutches! in the most mundane way possible, mind you. i got out of my car, and started walking toward the house, while looking for my housekey. about two inches from the curb, i stepped on what i later discovered was a piece of wood left by a woodchipper. all i knew at the time was pain. blinding, flashing spots, and a loud pop from my right ankle. i suddenly felt a desperate need to sit down. which i did, on my front lawn. as i fumbled for my cell phone, Father Figure came running out the door, having seen me go down.
by this point, i was crying and hyperventilating on the grass. Father Figure took me to the hospital, where an orderly told me the story of his life and i got the xray tech to make me copies to show the rugrats. and today i went to the quick chek and the atm. crutching my way around i managed to lose my ten dollars. no one turned it in. the world is a silly place, i guess. i would've turned in someone else's ten dollars...i hope whoever got it really needed it for something. i'm going to put ice on this bad boy and take a nap.beatpoetgrrl
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