I woke up yesterday and felt this huge bruise on my arm, and totally didn't know where it came from. Then, I looked at my other arm, and there's two tiny bruises there. Those are probably from Lowell trying to stop me from tickling him. Either he should remember that I bruise easily and that he holds on too hard, or I should not tickle him.

Hmm. XD

Last night at work, I didn't do tomatoes. Oh, no. I cleaned the fucking store from 2:30 PM (and I only got there then because I thought I'd get out early if I did) until 8 PM before I just gave up. This was *not* in my job description. But while I was cleaning, I scraped my right hand twice, and hit the *same spot* on my right knee twice under the sink, leaving the hugest bruise I've had in a while. It hurts to walk. >< Blarghy.

I figured out what the one bruise was. My book fell behind the bed, and I got my arm jammed between the bed and the wall trying to get it out, which caused a bruise. I'm not doing well physically.

I did manange to maintain my weight over spring break, though, and my pants fit differently. Whoo hoo!

And my mp3 player is scheduled to arrive tomorrow...excellent...mayhaps it will come early, as the computer did, and arrive today. I don't want to go to the south side -- I already called Mom to tell her taht I wouldn't be setting up the computer today, 'cause I'm sick of driving down there -- but if the mp3 player is there, I will go. Huzzah for selfishness.

I'm so hungry, but nothing sounds appetizing. That's why I haven't eaten in about three days...at least, nothing substantial. I *really* want North/Clybourn Chinese food, but I doubt I'll get there by 4 PM today to take advantage of lunch specialage. I am a lamer.

Lame lame lame and tired as all hell. I wish the store wasn't open on Saturday, as I'd like to sleep in. Oh, well.

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