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windandwaterFriday the 13th.
*shudders*
Okay, all supersticions aside, I have really shitty Friady the 13ths. For the longest time, every time this day came around, I would end up walking into either a door or a wall. Stop laughing. It's not funny.
I seem to have beaten that jinx lately, but![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
skyblueandblack reminded me of it again, so if I injure myself, I'm blaming her.
Actually, I had the morning from HELL. First I couldn't seem to get to sleep last night. I blame this on screwing up my sleep schedule. Geh. Was woken up at WTF-o-clock in the morning by my mother, who for unexplained reasons, was rattling around the house. Loudly. When she finally left for work, I managed to get about an hour's worth of sleep (after tossing and turning), and was once again interrupted by STREET WORKERS who were TEARING UP THE SIDEWALK with JACKHAMMERS. I went a bit nuts at that point, closed ALL the doors to the bedrooms at the front of the house, then locked myself in my parent's bedroom (back of the house and farthest from the noise without... I dunno, moving to another state). And just when I thought I could finally snatch some sleep... the phone rang. Not once. Not twice. But FOUR GODDAMN TIMES.
And no, there's no messages on the machine.
Finally, I went unconscious at some point, but was woken up by the wonderful sound of a neighbor. MOWING HIS BACKYARD. LOUDLY.
*seethes*
I'm calm. I'm calm. Really.
*deep breath*
Anyway, now I'm afraid to go out of the house, and I really wanted to go to Best Buy to buy Animatrix, Saiyuki, and my dad's Father's Day present. At this rate, I might be in a horrible car accident, or be attacked by rabid squirrels or something.
At least I have chocolate frogs, whichskyblueandblack and tsigane35 dropped off last night. I made sure to put them in the fridge, so they don't spontaneously combust or anything.
And the day isn't half over yet.
*winces*
*shudders*
Okay, all supersticions aside, I have really shitty Friady the 13ths. For the longest time, every time this day came around, I would end up walking into either a door or a wall. Stop laughing. It's not funny.
I seem to have beaten that jinx lately, but
skyblueandblack reminded me of it again, so if I injure myself, I'm blaming her.Actually, I had the morning from HELL. First I couldn't seem to get to sleep last night. I blame this on screwing up my sleep schedule. Geh. Was woken up at WTF-o-clock in the morning by my mother, who for unexplained reasons, was rattling around the house. Loudly. When she finally left for work, I managed to get about an hour's worth of sleep (after tossing and turning), and was once again interrupted by STREET WORKERS who were TEARING UP THE SIDEWALK with JACKHAMMERS. I went a bit nuts at that point, closed ALL the doors to the bedrooms at the front of the house, then locked myself in my parent's bedroom (back of the house and farthest from the noise without... I dunno, moving to another state). And just when I thought I could finally snatch some sleep... the phone rang. Not once. Not twice. But FOUR GODDAMN TIMES.
And no, there's no messages on the machine.
Finally, I went unconscious at some point, but was woken up by the wonderful sound of a neighbor. MOWING HIS BACKYARD. LOUDLY.
*seethes*
I'm calm. I'm calm. Really.
*deep breath*
Anyway, now I'm afraid to go out of the house, and I really wanted to go to Best Buy to buy Animatrix, Saiyuki, and my dad's Father's Day present. At this rate, I might be in a horrible car accident, or be attacked by rabid squirrels or something.
At least I have chocolate frogs, which
skyblueandblack and tsigane35 dropped off last night. I made sure to put them in the fridge, so they don't spontaneously combust or anything.And the day isn't half over yet.
*winces*
