This isn't quite it, but I'm so thrilled to get the words back, in any sense, that...
for the Time off challenge
I don’t think about cure anymore. Some medical mystery, enabling me to join the herd, as if I were never outside. It’s too late for that now;I’ve been different for over thirty years. I do wish for some time off sometimes. A whole week where I never ask anyone for anything, and wear tight clothes without feeling like they are costume or a statement only I understand. Right now, that would be worth a billion dollars, as would a week without the word “advocacy”
Walking in rhythm,
Moving in sound.
A Day. Off.
Woke up late, coffee but no creamer. Lit the wrong end of my last smoke. Instead of popping my forgotten AD at noon, I grabbed an Ambien by accident. Teaching my last two classes, I felt like I was slogging through hallucingenic mud, gabbling for 10 minutes on racism and jealousy as themes before realizing this hour I was teaching "A Christmas Carol" not "Othello."
Got home and slammed into bed, and three hours later woke up with a burning need to pee. Got my pants down, but realized -- too late-- that the panties had not come down as well. Stripped and went back to bed. Strange smell? Me? No; I'd been sleeping on my cat's wet spot. Fucking furball.
Stripped bed, fell over shoes on way to hamper, knocked head against doorjamb.
Crawled onto the couch, no frozen veg or ice, so laid frozen meat on eye.
Woke up, late for work, with thawed liver in hair.
Called in sick. Day off from off day.
laughing helplessly
Erin, I'm sorry you had a bad day, but thank you for brightening mine!
Not all of those things have happened to me; just four or five. I'll leave it to you to figure out which.
And NOT all on the same day,thank god.
Hopefully not the thawed liver in the hair!
But ... thawed liver might be GOOD for your hair - leave it shiny (and absolutely irresistable to the cat)!
And yes, I recently had one of those days ... and I've got ita-level bruises to prove it.
And with that, I propose a new drabble topic: Bruises.
Too funny AmyLiz. I was coming in here with a topic in case we didn't have one yet. My choice: Fall.
but I did bruises...
At work more than two asked, “is everything OK at home?”
The one girl I’ve actually had drinks with after a shift took me aside, serious concern wrinkling her brow. “Did Dave hit you?” It came out a sharp whisper. At this point I laughed, “No really. I swear to god I walked right into the bedroom door. I was looking back over my shoulder at the dog.” “But what about?” “I really did trip up the stairs.” I say, “and I really did walk right into that parking meter.”
Dave did leave bruises, just not in ways that showed.
