Stuff and BLEH ALL OVER.
May. 6th, 2007 10:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
obliviousally_ljMy index finger on my right hand hurts like a bitch. I tore some skin off of the knuckle the day before yesterday at work and it's been fine for the last two days, until last night when it decided to start burning like a bitch and not let me move it.
So, I'm using it to type so I can whip it back into shape. Fucker. My body doesn't revolt against me if I have anything to do with it.
My grammar is bad today.
My lip is also being a whore. I've been biting at this one spot too much and now it's puffed up a bit and SORE. Fucking hell.
We're supposed to get two trucks today.
I'm tired, sore, sleepy, achy and I just want to sleep for days. But, unfortunately, I work Tuesday/Thursday/Saturday. So I'm on-a-day/off-a-day all week. Which means I'll be getting little sleep between trying to do house stuff and running in and out of Warren on Monday and Wednesday.
Lovely.
So, I'm using it to type so I can whip it back into shape. Fucker. My body doesn't revolt against me if I have anything to do with it.
My grammar is bad today.
My lip is also being a whore. I've been biting at this one spot too much and now it's puffed up a bit and SORE. Fucking hell.
We're supposed to get two trucks today.
I'm tired, sore, sleepy, achy and I just want to sleep for days. But, unfortunately, I work Tuesday/Thursday/Saturday. So I'm on-a-day/off-a-day all week. Which means I'll be getting little sleep between trying to do house stuff and running in and out of Warren on Monday and Wednesday.
Lovely.
