Man...you'd think I'd sleep on my free day, right? Wrong. I got up earlier than usual today with hopes of getting some things accomplished. I made it to CBoP, even had time to wander through Barnes and Noble before I realized I had 20 minutes to get the 10 blocks from Rittenhouse to Colette's office. Normally not an impossible feat, but today it was raining sideways. I thrust my new book into my backpack, as books and rain are not exactly BFF's, and ran...er briskly walked....to 8th and Spruce. I was late, but so was the Animas lady. For the next few hours I learned the ins and outs of my new appendage, the Animas 2020 insulin pump. Joy! It's going to take a little getting used to since I'm now wired, but it's not bad at all. After that I picked up my order at CBoP, which came out beautifully. Let me tell you, if I had the time I might get into scrapbooking. I do, however, hold a full time job and then some, so SOMETHING has be trusted to someone else. CBoP has a program that prints out templated scrapbook sheets, which is spectacular! I was very pleased with my results! From there I headed to the mall for a few things, and that's where I met up with Ryan so we could head to his mom's for a haircut. Shortly thereafter we met up with his cousin and decided it was a good idea to go rollerskating. Now, I haven't been skating in years...we're talking probably a decade or more since my feet have been inside rollerblades. We did rather well last weekend on the ice, so what the hell...rollerblades it is! We got there, realized there was only half an hour left, and decided to skate anyway. Hey, what harm can be done in half an hour? Aside from the lack of ability to glide I adjusted to wheels pretty well (we'll omit the part where I went to tighten the clasps on my right foot and rolled right off the bench I was sitting on...yeah, I fell before I even had the damned skates on!) I took a few laps before Ryan decided to be cute and affectionate, which would've been fine had I been fully back into the motions or had he not pushed off using my butt as a base, because in doing so he pushed my feet right out from underneath me. What resulted was a loud "thud" and my tail bone, back, and shoulder blades smacking the
hardwood floor like they'd been separated at birth. I hit, spasmed, and panicked. My body didn't know whether to cry, scream, or suck it up...but the latter wasn't really an option until my back stopped spasming and I stopped feeling the urge to vomit. Eventually I cried a tearless cry, screamed under my breath, and tried to get up as swarms of kids tried to offer me baggies of ice. It was then that I realized I was the old person in the room and probably did not belong in a roller blading rink to begin with. I tried to skate a little more, but the pain eventually overwhelmed any desire I had to roll to Billboard hits I've never heard, the second sign of the night I'm getting old, or at least need to invest in a radio.

So here I am..unable to sleep...still in as much pain as I was at 930...wondering how I'm making it through the holiday party tonight...Hurts to be horizontal or vertical...so I lean..hah...

I think theres a rumour about breakfast. OCB?

what book did u buy?
» renaye on 2008-01-12 07:59:43

Aww, sorry about the rollerblading thing. :( Did you try taking a painkiller?
» randomjunk on 2008-01-12 08:46:56

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