I'm supposed to do a roommate contract and the 3rd roommate isn't here. What an asshole.
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I'm supposed to do a roommate contract and the 3rd roommate isn't here. What an asshole.
It's almost 5am and I have to work at 8am. I haven't been able to fall asleep for more than 10-15 minutes at a time.
This sucks but at least I have Scrubs to watch. I suppose I COULD study my trauma assessment some.
I took two naps today, I feel so proud.
And now I want to drink something out of the refrigerator we just got.
I made the coolest fucking thread ever.
I rock.
So, I shot a staple gun into the middle finger on my left hand today. It really sucks. Hurts like hell, and I can't bend it at all without sharp pain.
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Holy shit... I hope you had it checked out/removed ASAP. and I hope you cna use your had properly again soon.
I had a blanket stapled to my foot with a manual staple gun, once. That fuckin hurt. It was in the hell, tougher skin so it didn't do much more than bruise a whole lot and bleed a little. Hurt to walk on. Tetanus shot sucked. Not too bad, though.
Yes, because that certainly sounds like something we should all do at least once in our lifetimes.
I'm trying to get Discworld II to work properly on my machine, with very limited success. :( My life is just so exciting.
I am gradually discovering the fact that Doom 3 is one of the scariest games I've ever played. I don't really know what sort of "fear scale" I'm dealing with, but I do know that I very much hesitate and despise even so much as going into a new room out of the anticipation that enemies will be both found in the most unlikely of places AND appear out of places I've already scoured. Honestly, the latter is far, far more terrifying to me than the former. When I clear out an area, I'm convinced that it's a safe haven to retreat to and reload, and to gain my bearings. When an enemy attacks from behind me when my back is (Supposedly safely!) turned to my tiny little bloody sanctuary, it just creeps me the hell out. I don't even know which enemy to kill first. It almost feels like just blazing ahead would be safer than going back into that sanctuary to gain my bearings. Dang.