Or tendonitis of some sort. I hope I'm not doing it in the pool. I can't think how. It's been a banner week for sleep injuries. A few days before, I managed to put my hip and knee to sleep in such a way I couldn't tell until it began waking up, when I was sitting on the floor with rug burn in interesting places after my leg collapsed out from under me.
And then there is the mondo knuckle bruise from where I smacked it into the lane divider and the shin perma-bruise from the way I haul out of the pool. I'm in a bruise prone phase, sigh.
I am pretty sure I didn't need to end the day driving up to my apartment complex and realizing from inside my car, with all the windows rolled up, that the whole place smells like sewage, and yet, somehow, that's exactly what happened.
Fucking Tino.
It's not really noticeable from inside, at least not yet.
Well, at least it wasn't emanating from inside...like when you come home to find your cat has had a shitastrophy.
Occasionally, I just stare at my desktop background and grin: [link]
Hiding Your Sexual Orientation From Your Parents 101 (teen-made video)
Heh.
One of our talented Oak Park students, Andrew Vineberg, helped make this hilarious short, Hiding Your Sexual Orientation From Your Parents 101. The kid is a vlogger, too. He does an amazingly erudite, funny vlog under the moniker Volatile Chemical. Check it out! Andrew has asked to show this at our next school assembly.
Jesse, are you packing? And I don't mean heat!
I can't do it. I need to finish in the morning.
That video was cute!
Is 7 bags of candy enough? I have no idea. Must ask neighbors. It's only a grocery bag.
