i smacked my head on a doorframe under the stairs of alex/kane/sherri’s new place today. i was in this fun little storage space, crawling around with the dogs, and then it was all THUDSMACK and then UNNNNNNNNNNNgh. i had nothing to do and i was done making lame comments about butternut squash and karate poses and everything was unpacked for the time being and they were too polite to let me dust/clean/move furniture so i just had to entertain myself by playing dungeons&dragons with the dogs.

no one laughed aloud when the THUDSMACKBANGMORON noise happened ‘cos it sounded pretty painful but it wasn’t really, just sounded that way and i wasn’t bleeding though should have been kuz i had hit the frame pretty hard, boggin’ my noggin’ at quite a sharp angle.

i was more concerned with my recovery line which was, “i’m ok it was just wood.”

i also hugged and kissed the dogs a lot and let them eat my hair because i am part autistic and i only leaned against the freshly painted walls once and messed up the paint, ok well, i leaned the bedframe against it as well, so i guess that counts as twice.

and i also will be tending bar/waitressing/mouthing off at some someplace somewhere somehow soon.

moonlighting is my favorite.

get one of neil’s shirts because then people at bar’s go bwahaa and then you wear one under your work shirt and when no one is looking you take off the fancy shirt and then you are wearing a barfing guy shirt or one of the other designs and your coworker says you are a flake and you go, yup.

ps fil and i spent a good ten minutes whipping my tube sox at each other’s faces instead of going for a walk at one point today.