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Feb. 22nd, 2004 10:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
meitantei_cjI managed to slice a chunk of skin off the back of my hand, and it's one of those things you need those liquid bandages for... I've got a band-aid on it, but it's in such a weird spot, right beneath the knuckle of my pinky... and every time I extend the finger, air gets into the cut anyway. It's so sore, and it's annoying the hell out of me.
I'm taping The L Word for Renee and hoping Dad doesn't come barging in. Last thing I need is for him to come in during a sex scene or something. Or hell, just a couple of the same sex. 9_9 I'm not in the mood for explaining anything, and if I do end up explaining anything, it'll lead to the whole "I'm bi" talk, and it's too late for that, and I really don't want some kind of backlash. Mom accepted it, but Mom is Mom. Dad is... not. Not at all.
This band-aid is going to come off. It is NOT in a good spot. I'll try to stick it down at much as I can. Typing's going to be a literal pain tomorrow, though.
I don't want to work this week. I want Renee. I want a vacation. I want to go back to Pennsylvania. I'm starting to get sick of the daily grind again. I don't think it was so bad when I wasn't going up to the house... but after going up there this weekend, playing the video games we never bring back here, sleeping in...
I guess I have nothing to complain about. So I should stop, right?
I'm taping The L Word for Renee and hoping Dad doesn't come barging in. Last thing I need is for him to come in during a sex scene or something. Or hell, just a couple of the same sex. 9_9 I'm not in the mood for explaining anything, and if I do end up explaining anything, it'll lead to the whole "I'm bi" talk, and it's too late for that, and I really don't want some kind of backlash. Mom accepted it, but Mom is Mom. Dad is... not. Not at all.
This band-aid is going to come off. It is NOT in a good spot. I'll try to stick it down at much as I can. Typing's going to be a literal pain tomorrow, though.
I don't want to work this week. I want Renee. I want a vacation. I want to go back to Pennsylvania. I'm starting to get sick of the daily grind again. I don't think it was so bad when I wasn't going up to the house... but after going up there this weekend, playing the video games we never bring back here, sleeping in...
I guess I have nothing to complain about. So I should stop, right?
