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[napoleonherself]

I had a counseling appointment scheduled yesterday. Got there at 1:30 for my 2:00 appointment, except then I found out that no, it was an 11:00 appointment. DUH IDIOT. I was able to reschedule for today but still, how stupid can a person be? This stupid, apparently. I wound up not going to my class either, because it wasn't until 4, which would have meant two hours sitting around doing nothing. And I'm currently unable to just sit around doing nothing, because when I try I just wind up sobbing miserably. So I gave up on the day. It was ruined anyway. I couldn't even make dinner without something going wrong; I had a pot full of meal-in-a-box jambalaya on the stove, went to stir it, and it spat boiling-hot jambalaya all over my hand, causing me to jump back in pain and send a spoonful of also boiling-hot jambalaya all over the kitchen and/or myself. It sucked.

About five hours ago I ran into a table and ripped my hand open (yes, seriously, I ran into a table. shut up.). There was a flap of skin hanging open and blood welling up underneath. I put neosporin and a bandage on it, got on with going to class and such, and didn't look at it again until after my shower a half-hour ago. Now the flap has plainly fused back to the rest of my hand. The human healing factor creeps me out sometimes.

Now it is about time to get ready to go back to campus and try this appointment again, and then hopefully have an appropriate amount of time between it and my 4:00 class. At least I have a nice new very warm coat that Quentin helped me pick out this weekend. It is Carhart brand which I guess is like really good or something? All I know is it is heck of warm and comfortable. Between it and my new half-fingerless Army-style gloves, I am ready to face the elements. Even if it scares me to think of facing much of anything else.

Comments

[nidoking.livejournal.com]

I used to have a Carhartt coat. It was delightfully warm, but eventually fell apart like all of my coats do.

And I rip myself open on all sorts of things. The most recent was my own thumbnail while in the shower, the night of the accident. No kidding. But it's usually desks, tables, the bed, books... you name it, I've injured myself on it.

[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

Are the books hardcover? If so then I completely know where you are coming from on all of the above, but otherwise I'm not sure about the books part. Unless you're just talking about a very painful papercut.

[nidoking.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure I've injured myself with at least one hardcover book, and probably a paperback book at another time. It would have been a very large paperback book, like a Stephen King novel of the size of It or The Stand.

[penprickle.livejournal.com]

Your skin does that? Far out. Every time I try that mine just gives up in this wimpy way.

[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

I don't know if it usually does this or not, to be honest. Maybe the Neosporin, being somewhat old, has actually mutated into something else, and it's actually the source of this anomaly.