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So I cut my foot on mecha's Nintendo last night.

Quit laughing, you. It turns out that if you take the top half off of an NES and set it upside-down on the floor, the corners become Jenny-seeking projectiles. Especially when she is stumbling sleepily around preparatory to going to bed.

The injury itself is minor; ripped a tiny flap of skin off, some blood burbled up to the new surface but didn't go much of anywhere else. However, that innocent little flap of skin + shoes and socks on = OW OW YANKY BACK AND FORTH MOMMY WHY so that I was almost in tears by the time I limped into the apartment just now.

This is why we have bandaids, self.

This morning my alarm went off at 9:30 as intended. I remember waking enough to do something to it -- I have this thing where I mean to hit snooze but often in my addled state what I do is turn the alarm off instead, which means instead of being woken up again nine minutes later I sleep forever. Given that I had a final today, I didn't want to accidentally turn it off, so I taped completely over the off switch with electrical tape -- it would take about 20 seconds of peeling to get that stuff off, and it would not stick properly after being removed. Which brings me back to my point. 9:30, alarm goes off. I do something to it, don't remember what. It never goes off again... and when mecha wakes me up shortly before 10... the tape over the off switch is undisturbed. Huh. Maybe it isn't always that I turn it off instead of hitting snooze.

So, yeah, thanks to mecha I got to my final and completed it accordingly. Felt like it went well. No questions on the one thing that I can never remember the rules for, which is a good. Now I either sleep to make up for crap sleep last night, study for tomorrowfinal, or most likely, just sit here and play NetHack.

Date: 2004-12-15 01:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wing-zero-ew.livejournal.com
For shame! You should have called me, I could have come to pick you up so you did not have to walk on your sore footage.

THIS MEANS WAR, KNAVE

Date: 2004-12-15 07:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] napoleonherself.livejournal.com
For one thing, you desperately needed sleep. For another thing, my cellphone was at the time lying on my bed. So, uh... neener. Yes.

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