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 By this, I mean, just sort of talk and ramble or vent, depending on the situation. I think this falls under vent.

So, the last two weeks have been sort of in a whirlwind because I moved out of my house and into a new one so it's all been a game of box mazes and preparation and then moving heavy things in and bonding with my uncles that I only ever see when I want them to help me move. Which, okay, that sounds bad, but it's alright, because they got beer and pizza afterwards. And there's a family bonding exercise this weekend that I'm supposed to attend. 

The point being, there was heavy lifting up two flights of stairs whilst Chicago is being ridiculously, unnecessarily, stupidly humid. My uncle threw his back out, a family friend hurt his ankle, and I tore/strained/whateverthefuck some muscle in my calf. It'd been hurt earlier this month when I went to a concert at the Taste and, idk, pulled it or something, from walking? I never paid any real attention to it, though, and one day I woke up and POOF! it was fine. But this Sunday, I guess, I redid whatever drama happened last time and POOF! pain in my leg. Which, admittedly, I could go to the doctor or whatever, but all they'll do is give me pain pills and maybe a crutch and send me on my way. But I'm not down with that, so I am bearing through. That was, maybe, Sunday. Jesus, it was Sunday. It feels longer than that.

Anyway, I hurt my leg and I couldn't walk on it for a few days--which, YES, I am going stir-crazy--and yesterday, my sister worked MAGIC or something and gave me a massage-type deal and I walked a mile, easily. A couple hours later, I can't even stand on the leg. But today, I wake up and it's fine, I can walk and everything without any problems. Until my brother asks me to go open the door for him downstairs, because he forgot his keys or whatever, and after one flight of stairs, my leg feels like it's going to crack in half. 
But it's been--what, three days?--of me, literally, sitting around. Or laying around. In 90+ temperatures. I've been babying this sonovabitch and now it's all WAHH, I'M GONNA BREAK AND RUIN YOUR LIFE. Which, no, not acceptable.
 
I've been reading, there is a library maybe half a mile away, so it's not like I can complain about having nothing to do. But after so many books, I need a break. I've read some fic, that Andy/Sid Toys Story one, a few others. I spent a day writing the recent Arthur/Cobb I posted, but it's like, ENOUGHHH MIND WORK, IT IS SUMMER. And I can't fix my house up and unpack because I can't lean any weight on my leg, so everything is still all unorganized in my room.
So I decided. Enough is enough. I'm leaving tomorrow, downtown to relax for a few with my sisters. I'm taking them to the library first, the one downtown as opposed to one down the lane because it's faster to get what I want to go there myself instead of ordering the book to the library that's closer. I'm thinking Chinatown after that. Or Millennium Park. Or the Buckingham Fountain, they've never been there. 
And you know what? All anger and frustration aside, If I break my leg, SO BE IT.
Come at me, nature.  
Two. I want to clear something up, because I realized it sounded bad. Last month, I wrote some random crazy thing, in which, I mostly called Arthur a whore and Eames a martyr, and I said I was going wild because it was the second time that week I was going through withdrawal. I meant withdrawal from caffeine. And it makes me crazy and irritable because I get these insane headaches, that do not get any easier no matter how many times I have one cup of coffee and then do not repeat the action daily. Just making sure we're all on the same page here. (Don't do drugs. :D)
I think I'm done now. :) I'm going to go take a rather awkward and uncomfortable shower/bath-cleanliness thing.

(Also, I got a friend request from my cousin on Facebook this morning and it took me a minute to remember who it was because she's like, TEN YEARS OLD. Smh.) 

Date: 2011-07-15 11:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] everhaunting.livejournal.com
Can I ask how this is my fault?

Date: 2011-07-16 01:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofvanity.livejournal.com
Where have you been lately?

(Also, you have alarmingly appropriate icons.)

Date: 2011-07-16 01:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] everhaunting.livejournal.com
I've been in the same place you left me like a week and a half ago.

(Thank you, I try.)

Date: 2011-07-16 01:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofvanity.livejournal.com
...at the bus stop? D:

(You're welcome.)

Date: 2011-07-16 01:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] everhaunting.livejournal.com
Actually in the middle of the street but technicalities. Who needs them?

Date: 2011-07-16 01:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofvanity.livejournal.com
Ah, don't fret. I'll see you Sunday. (:

Date: 2011-07-16 02:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] everhaunting.livejournal.com
I don't know if I can still my frantic heart til then.

Date: 2011-07-16 03:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofvanity.livejournal.com
Try, darling. Deep breaths.

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