"I Could Have Danced Danced Danced All Night..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

I have a) a hole in my head. for serious.

b) a tongue so masticated that I have to sleep with cotton and tissues in my mouth

c) no fingernails, and

d) more toenails then I want.

Also, e) a large sore on my leg.

I win at pointless minor injuries. ^_______________^

Support Group was fun to-night. Mainly we played tell Colleen to break up with her boyfriends, because they are teh_crazy and bad news like whoa. Also we threw pillows at Sandra and told Amy to gogogogogogogo for this new job offer, because it is for the win. (We also told Soujin she was an idiot but congratulated her for being the sanest person in the group).

Work was rather lovely, if utterly confusing, and--other than that, the day was suitably uneventful. I telephoned Zara! ^___^

I think really the most important thing in my life right now is the minor injuries of doom. My tongue.

Comments

[gileonnen.livejournal.com]

Er. Please stop chewing on yourself so that you will be less minorly injured, for cotton and tissues are horrid in the mouth, especially at night! (Hole in your head? As in a cut, or as in a gaping hole like a bullet wound? You are being frighteningly nonspecific!)

I hope that you feel better soon--take care of yourself, for we shall not get another Soujin and we need this one in excellent shape! *snugglesandloveson*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

I am not chewing on it! My teeth have sharp edges and they've worn on the skin off. But yes, they are horrid. I don't know what to do, really. (Er. It's a perfectly round cut in the middle of my forehead.)

I am! I am trying! *lovesonback*

[gileonnen.livejournal.com]

. . . oh. *chews her own lips to shreds when they're dry, and so assumes the worst in others, stoppit Gil!* (How on Earth did you get that?)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Now that, that I do. XD But I try to leave my tongue alone. Also, your icon for the wiiiiiiiiiin. (Erm. It's so stupid I'd really rather not say?)

[gileonnen.livejournal.com]

My icon for the dorkitude; it's my youngest sister's wonderfully awful pun. =)(That's okay. It's like those small, deep bruises on my upper left thigh . . . I had them for almost a month before I realized that they were from where my keys get caught between my thigh and the belt at work.)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Well, I like it. XD (Yes--well. Actually. That's showing more common sense than I did.)