So I wake up at 5 a.m. with a bad allergy attack, and lie awake and exhausted, unable to go back to sleep because I have to blow my nose every few seconds. Finally I get up and take a Loratidine tablet and drink some water, and around 7 I get back to sleep.
At 7:30, my alarm goes off, but I'm so tired I oversleep. I finally drag myself out of bed around 8 and discover that I have THREE budding cold sores all over my mouth. Yay, just what I need to feel beautiful.
So I get ready for the gym. I have an apple on the way there because I'm hungry. As I'm on the elliptical machine, the apple hits my empty stomach and I have to get off after only 25 minutes because I feel like I'm gonna throw up. So I get my stuff, buy a smoothie, and walk home, realizing I don't have time to wash my dirty hair before work since I overslept.
I get home, and decide a sourdough roll with some peanut butter would settle my stomach. The roll is a little stale, so I get a steak knife to saw it in half and see if it would still be good to eat once toasted. The hard roll slips out of my hand, and the steak knife makes a long, deep gash about half an inch long across the side of my left index finger.
So blood is pouring everywhere, and I discover that we're out of bandaids. I try to wash it off in the sink, but it's still pulsing gallons of blood so it just splatters the whole sink in bloody water. I've now soaked through one paper towel and half another one, and the fucker is STILL bleeding. And I'm still hungry but can't make anything to eat.
I'm typing one-handed so I can keep my finger pinched and elevated. I really hope it stops bleeding, and I hope K got my message to buy bandaids on his way home from the gym.
It's only 9:30 a.m. and I haven't even showered, and I'm already having a shit day. I should just go back to bed.


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No, not at the moment! Ever since we took him to the vet and fixed his allergies, he's been lovely. No inappropriate dumps, no yak. Now he's feeling better so he just wants to play, cuddle, and eat all day, and he yells at me until he gets what he wants. So yeah, a healthy kitty is something I can be very happy about!

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