Guys! My "new" sister, L, sent me the most awesome Doctor Who TARDIS scarf today! It's her first gift to me! I am crying!

Her birthday is in November. I already picked out a t-shirt from hyperbole and a half.

Awwww...

Awww, you need a clipper buddy.

Well, Nora and Tom have clipped it once (and did a great job), but I just kind of lost it and then couldn't stop.

If it feels okay under your hand you'll probably be okay.

I'm not too stressed about it. I just can't see the back well, even with a mirror.

Thanks for the compliments, y'all.

I am Zen about the outcome.

Fabulous. Because you are aweome, and if he dithers it is his loss.

Speaking of... I think I'm done with Z. The conversation in Natter about mansplaining crystallized a number of things that have been bugging me. He's a mansplainer. And yeah, the sex story was about him (for those not in Natter: Me: Gentle. Gentle. That's not gentle!! Him: I know).

He texted me a little while ago, something very generic about working a long day, and I just reponded "Oooh, that sucks." I haven't decided whether I'm going to try and talk to him about it, or just fade away. But if I talk to him about it, and he starts mansplaining that he's not mansplaining? I am so gone.

askye, I hate those rollercoaster days. Glad you can hold on to the good parts.

Aims! That is so awesome! Post a picture, please.

Oh, I keep forgetting. I was talking to my boss today, and he said, "There's one more thing I want to talk to you about" (at which point I freaked out, because HAI PARANOID). But instead of laying me off or scolding me... he told me that he's going to hire me on as a Real Employee! As of next week. I don't get a raise right away, but taxes will be taken out, so that is a massive yay.

smonster that's awesome about the job. Sorry things aren't really working out with z.

that's great news, Smonster! Congratulations.

Sorry things aren't really working out with z.

You know, I'm currently mostly just proud that I sorted it out. There's a bit of sadness, and a bit of OKC fatigue, but eh. Whatevs.

Sorry to post and run...okay, pass out...earlier. First off, a quick catch-up:

askye, I'm so sorry you've been dealing with such difficult depression and anxiety lately. I'm glad you got an appointment, even if it's not as soon as you'd hoped. Hang in there.

Zen, go you for being so...well, ZEN about your date!

Aims, so happy for you. I know how hard it was for you to reach out to her in the first place.

smonster, yeah, it sounds like Z is not a keeper. But, YAY job news! And yeah, your sexy beauty can't be ruined by clippers.

Strix, sorry I'm not up to looking at anything right now, but go you for all your hard work.

Pix, what happened? Did I skim over details?

So in terms of what happened to me, the middle school director put together a Bollywood dance class this morning as a professional development tool. She brought in an awesome instructor and ran three sessions -- 45 minutes of dance, and then 15 minutes of discussion about the teaching methodologies the dance instructor employed and how those could translate to an active, engaged, and student-centered classroom. Brilliant, actually, and tons of fun. So I was jumping around and attempting the moves and having a grand ol' time when -- about 20 minutes in -- I thrust my right hip forward and felt a searing pain. I spent about 30 second trying to dance it off before realizing it wasn't going to go away and was, in fact, getting progressively worse. I stepped off to the side and (to my horror) burst into tears, which I then attempted to hide by "dashing" (okay, limping) out of the room. Long story short, I got sent to the local clinic with a workman's comp claim and was tentatively diagnosed with a hip strain; the doc is going to do x-rays and possibly an MRI on Friday once the internal swelling has subsided to find out the extent of the damage. I've been ordered to bed, ice, and muscle relaxers for the rest of today and he -- very reluctantly -- gave me permission to go into school for half days tomorrow and Friday so I don't miss all the orientations. I'm on crutches temporarily to keep the pressure off the hip, which hurts like the devil all the time but REALLY FREAKING HURTS when I put put my weight on it. Omnis, they are traditional ones, but they're the right height (not under armpits) and have padding to alleviate the pain. What's hardest for me about crutches is actually that my wrists have tendonitis/carpal tunnel issues, so putting pressure on them isn't fun. but whatever. I'll be okay.

Today was the first day I was supposed to have from 11-5 to work in my room, so this setback is scary as hell. I'm going to have to go into orientation tomorrow without a lot prepared and will stay at school later than the doctor wants to make sure I'm somewhat prepared for the middle school day (I have to teach 30 minute intro classes to my 6th graders) on Friday. First day of classes for real is Monday. I'm trying not to panic about that.

Sorry, that was overly long. It's been a day. I find the context of the accident hilarious but the timing is terrible.

Pix, that is terrible! I'm so sorry you got hurt. Bollywood dance is fucking bananas, though, I would think it'd be really easy to hurt yourself.

Okay, bed time. Blergh. No one did the dishes tonight. Those animals are a bunch of fucking slackers, I tell you what.

Well, it's still fun to say "Dance injury at work." "But you're a teacher." "Yes, I am." Then leave them boggled.