cornerofmadness

just to prove I didn't die last night. I'm not much better today and everything hurts especially the ankle I shattered and my bad shoulder.

Some days at work I feel like I'm bailing water in a boat with a giant hole in it and all the intelligent hard workers have given up and taken their oars out of the water.

Dad's doing a wee bit better but has a lot of swelling and bruising he didn't expect. Mom was telling me about it but starts the conversation with 'your dad's scrotum.' Mom, I never want to hear about this. Yes, it's normal for that to happen and thanks for the mental images.

I did run to Jackson and ate crap I shouldn't have. My stomach is just now clearing up the nausea a full 5 hours after I ate (which is probably how long it took the food to pass it). Whee.

I found this interesting. first autobiographer the 1500s seems awfully late for the first English Autobiographer but there you have it and it's a woman.