if you want to be happy for the rest of your life,

[thejunipertree]

I fell this morning, I forgot to mention that
when I was writing earlier. After the alarm
went off and I'd stood up, I was struggling into
my Alice in Wonderland flannel pajama pants.
One legged and wobbling, like a crane or a stork
or a heron. I got a bit dizzy and just

tiiiippppped

over. I crashed back against the shelves and
almost put a hole through the painting that the
Engineer did for me a couple of months ago.
That made me quite angry and I began to shout
profanity as much as my wasted voice will allow.
My mother didn't hear any of this, amazingly
enough. She had the water running in the
bathroom and was oblivious that it happened
up until the point I went into her bedroom
and lifted the back of my shirt up in the mirror
to see if I broke any skin. I didn't, thankfully.
The crash happened right on my Stellaluna
tattoo. And if that had been injured, I would
be extremely unhappy.

Sometimes I don't like my room, for just this
reason. It is extremely small. About 12 feet by
three feet. I don't joke when I say I sleep in
a closet. It IS a closet. I only have about
two square feet of space to stand up in, at
the foot of my bed. Very crowded and crammed.

So, on top of being sick, I am also quite sore.
I keep craning around to look at the small of my
back to see if there is bruising (I know there
will be, I bruise terribly easy).

I would like to make some of my Earl Grey tea
right now, but don't feel like mucking around
with the kettle.

Trials and tribulations, I tell you.

*snort*