Because I want to save this for a story seed.
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When taking a shower HURTS.
Holy crap, my feet.
I seriously adore these flowers. The fuzzy, pale-pink five-pointed stars of the base flower! The tiny waxy five-pointed inner bits with their white points and deep pink centers! The way the sun shines through them!
💜💜💜
It’s like his ghost is a gelatinous mass filling every corner of every news cycle everywhere I am. Facebook. Twitter. The embedded News app on my tablets. The fucking newspaper covers I walk by every goddamn day I walk thru Penn Station.
I HATE THIS.
Every day, reminded of my multiple violations.
Every day, reminded that no one truly cares abt the sexual assault of young girls unless it suits their personal political needs.
I hate the world for its casual treatment of this story and all stories like this.
We are NOT your outrage fuel.
We have our own outrage, tyvm.
Nerve pain is a freakin p… well. Um.
….goddammit.
SERIOUSLY though. I’ve got Morton’s Neuroma and it’s relatively minor most of the time… until the escalators are out in one area while commuting and so I have to walk further a different direction and a random person decides to abruptly change direction and bash their suitcase into my feet.
Plus the main door at work was malfunctioning and the two ways to get into the office were either through a construction zone or up two steep flights of stairs.
Yeah.
I am officially done with today and it’s not even noon where I am.
Okay, this is pretty miserable.
Went to my gorgeous niece’s birthday party this past weekend. Lucky us, it happened to be scheduled during a brief pause between when Jon was recovering from a nasty bug (it’s been going around his office) and when I was coming down with it.
But the “coming down with it” happened while we were prepping for the 5-hour drive back home. Ugh.
Let me say that 1) traveling while sick with norovirus is uncool (UNDERSTATEMENT) and 2) having a cold on top of it is just extra cruel. Last night with its combined “not only are you nauseated but you also can’t breathe through your nose” made for some unpleasant sleep.
And then I dreamed I was being framed for a horrible thing I didn’t do. Had to escape from Bosnia-Herzegovina on top of a train without being caught or electrocuted. (I’ve never been to any part of the Balkans; I don’t know why that came up. But apparently Bosnia-Herzegovina has lots of lovely waterfalls, so maybe I should go…?)
Enduring simultaneous multiple illnesses affecting the head and throat: do. not. recommend.
It’s currently hotter in Philadelphia than it is in Galveston, TX. It’s only two degrees cooler than in Houston.
I think it’s incredibly strange that this makes me miss Texas a bit more.
This is Sammi.
Because of this lanky galoot, I have found myself saying some things I never expected:
“Stop eating the rocks!”
“Don’t chew on the floor!”
“Quit swallowing the string!”
Not the smartest dog in the world, but means well. Sort of. 😳🙄
