Brainfart
Two hours ago I decided to post something, but I got distracted and now I’ve forgoten what I was going to write.
I'm just a 31 year old chick from Rhode Island, married to a Canadian, tattooed, childfree, and a World of Warcraft addict. I fancy myself a photographer, or an artist, but who am I kidding - I count pills and sell drugs to junkies.
I write about everything. If you don't like it, if it's too personal, if you don't want to hear it, if it offends you, if it's about you, I don't care.
I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and at times hard to handle, but if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
Two hours ago I decided to post something, but I got distracted and now I’ve forgoten what I was going to write.
Got some big spending in the works for today (hopefully), providing that the check I’m depositing will be available quickly. We’ll see. I’m actually going into the bank to make the deposit because I don’t want to make a $2000 deposit at the ATM, spend it, only to discover on Tuesday morning that Bank of America decided they needed to super-verify my bank draft off of one of their own accounts.
As mentioned in a previous post we got some news last week. And now that things are pretty much set in stone I can talk about it. Eddie’s family back home decided that we need to be up there for Christmas this year, so we’re spending a few days up in Calgary for the holidays. The giant check his mom sent down is so we can buy the tickets to fly up there, however I’m worried that there’s going to be issues with the deposit - an international draft drawn off of a BoA account. Hopefully there shouldn’t be much of a delay because we use BoA as well.
Pickle will be staying at my mom’s house while we’re away, I think we’re just going to ferret-proof one of her spare bedrooms and let her run around. I’d like to bring over one of our babygates so that she doesn’t have to keep the door closed the whole time.
Sometime around 2am this morning, I discovered another behavior to add to my list of things to never do again. I woke up with the strong urge to pee. This is nothing new; I drink about 2.5L of water a day on most days, so I’m usually up once a night. However, at the same time that I woke up I also had to deal with the fact that my right leg was completely asleep from my hip down to my feet. I sat in bed for a minute or two trying to get my leg to wake up as much as I could, while at the same time trying to persuade my bladder that just because I was in a sitting position I was not to pee RIGHT THEN. When I thought that my leg had had enough time to wake up, I attempted to stand.
I was able to stand with any problems aside from the fact that the sole of my foot was numb and I couldn’t feel the floor on that side. I could deal with that as long as I could see the floor. I took one step and, unsurprisingly, nearly killed myself. Note to self: if you can’t feel your feet, don’t fucking walk.
Eventually, after much hopping and limping, I did make it into the bathroom. However my leg was still going through some major pins and needles when I went back into the bedroom.
Things you don’t want your husband to say in the morning:
“I’m really sorry I almost ripped your nipple off last night while you were asleep.”
I have an extra $200 check in my pocket, a graduation gift from my Dad. The question is, do I put it towards something needed, like new shoes and/or more work clothes, or do I put it towards something completely fun and frivolous?
If I put it towards the fun stuff, what do you suggest?
