The One-Handed Wonder.
I openned yesterday with one hand. The only reason I got through the day was because my girls backed me up constantly. If it wasn’t Vicki checking up on me every ten minutes, Melissa was around. Susan was nice enough to slice bread for line for me. And Jenny did Jenny-related things. *nodnod*
Melissa and I got out at the same time. So we did the flirty-touchy/feely-smoochy thing. *giggles* And yet I’m aware that this is all that will probably come of us. We flirt, we kiss, we go home at the end of the day. Much change will incur if we ever become a couple.
As for my pinkie, I needed a shower when I got home, so I took the splint on. I cradled my pinkie and gave it a good look. I squeezed the bone in a number of places. There was no way it was broken. It just looked like it was turning purple (except for the head). I took a shower, keeping my hand away from everything, then put a band-aid over the nasty puncture wound on the side of my pinkie.
My ring finger and pinkie are still a bit sore. And because I need to keep that band-aid on, I can’t wear gloves. So I’ll have to open with one (and a half) hands this morning. (I’ve already slept, I’m about to GOTO work.)
Yesterday seemed to be one of those days where everything reminded me of Paige. It hit me that I’ve been bitching about her a lot. Things have just been reminding me of her. I was in the mall, and so many little things reminded me of her. Quiet things I wouldn’t expect to associate with her. It made me miss her. It made me miss having a relationship.
Ashley picked up on my need for attention. I just needed to tell somebody I loved her. I know I bitch a lot, but there was SOME good in that relationship. She said that despite my bitching, my true feelings show. It’s funny, that’s all I really needed to say to get it out of my system and convince my system to perk up. I know how I am by now, and if I really want to, I can flip my mood. It’s just a matter of feeling that I’m done absorbing the emotion of the moment.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll probably still need a head-start openning.
*agrees with Ashley* Tra la.
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You said head.
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I agree; vent, get it out of your system, and allow yourself to move on.
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*nods* poor hand.. 🙁
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*nod nod* You’re friend Ashley is very right. I hope you’re pinkie gets better, such a cute little finger! Chin up 😉
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Is it wrong that I’m horribly annoyed by Ariel-poet’s use of “You’re?” Hm. Anyway, glad that your finger isn’t broken. And… Enter Original Comment Here.
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