Permanecer sentados, por favor.

ohhhhh gwen stefani. the things you can do with a now expired genre.

So this is my first blog here since, oh, my [embarrassing] entries from my senior year. but I left them up for laughs. and poking fun. and burning at the stake PLEASEDON'TBURNMEATTHESTAKE.

Today when I got off work, I had two things placed on my to-do list: 1) get something to drink, 2) sleep, nangit.

So as I was on my way to accomplish item number one on my list, I decided to turn down the thermostat, which is on a small wall to the right of my kitchen. When I was finished turning it down, I pivoted [not far enough] to head into the kitchen and somehow (probably because I hate myself and want to cause myself pain) my right foot stayed behind and kicked the wall SO VERY HARD.

Thus item one on my list had to be postponed because I thought I was going to throw up and who drinks gatorade right before they throw up besides high school football players? No one, right?

So I had to skip to number two (not literally, of course, as my fourth toe on my right foot appeared to be broken) and read Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs for about 45 seconds then go to sleep.

Now I am awake and I wanted to shout it from the rooftops. but I can't climb up there because of my toe, so I decided that blogging would do.

fin.