I'm pretty sure I'm going to be staying home tomorrow. Vicodin has mellowed it for now, but my ankle is hurting pretty badly. Just walking back and forth from my couch to the kitchen hurts a lot. And that was my last Vicodin, so I'll need to walk to CVS tomorrow to get some more. Ugh.

Hil, I'm probably going to sneak out tomorrow during work and go to Trader Joes, do you need me to take you?

More good news: I am finally home and can say what I've been holding in all day.

Heh. I give myself credit for not saying fuck while being stuck repeatedly with needles today.

Smonster, don't feed the energy demon. Ignore him if you can.

Hil, I'm probably going to sneak out tomorrow during work and go to Trader Joes, do you need me to take you?

Thanks for the offer. I'll see how I'm feeling tomorrow, I think. The CVS is just around the corner, and I think the amount of walking I need to do inside, to get from my apartment to the front door of the building, and to get from the entrance of CVS to the pharmacy counter, is probably about as much as the distance I'd need to walk outside. At least it's better than the new CVS at 2000 Penn, which has all the grocery type stuff on the first floor and the pharmacy stuff (the pharmacy counter, but also the OTC drugs and the shampoos and soaps and stuff) on the second floor, and getting to the second floor without stairs requires zig-zagging all over the building to get to the right doors and elevators.

Hil, take the ride to the grocery store. I would.

Heh. I give myself credit for not saying fuck while being stuck repeatedly with needles today.

Oh, I say fuck all day. I just try to avoid the directional cursing. Though in fact none of the people chapping my ass today were work people.

Not going to respond to the text message from one of the fuckos.

I love you people. I am going to take a shower and go to bed. Fucker better not show up at my house, I am not answering the door.

Hil, sorry about your ankle.

In more fun news, I've been practicing my hair and makeup for the 80's prom theme of the ruggers this weekend. Kind of at a loss with the hair. Tried spiking it but it's too long and looks funny. OTOH, it is much like Watt's hair in Some Kind of Wonderful, so maybe I'll just plop a tiara on top and call it good. Any ideas?

Okay, Hil, you have my cell, right? I'll probably be leaving around 10:30 or so. I would offer to just pick it up for you, but I suspect that they wouldn't give me your vicodin :)

Thanks, Vortex. And it looks like I might have to go into my office tomorrow, anyway -- my advisor is being a passive-aggressive ass and there are some things I might need to smooth over.

(Example of advisor ass-hattery in my lj, under friends lock. This one really couldn't be explained without quoting, and quoting on a public forum seemed like not a great idea.)