Fail.

[fenella]

Soooo I've resprained the formerly broken ankle. I hate, hate, hate how stupid I can be. It's not bad, not compared to the horror that was last year, but I've never been a good judge of pain (remember that time I walked home ten blocks on a broken ankle, woke up the next morning it was swollen like you would not believe, black and I played a harp gig???). Today's been miserable in general, so go figure. I'm just having one of those days where I'm like "Everything is all wrong!" and want to sit curled up with a blanket and feel sorry for myself. Which is stupid, right.

I've got so many things to be thankful about- and I know I tend to be hard on myself- but bah. Sometimes I get tired of trying to take care of myself.

I want to break up with me.

Comments

[anait.livejournal.com]

Aaaaaargh.

Forget the bosses. Just tell the accountant and property guy what's up and go home. Or preferably to a doctor's office. (How do you know it's only sprained?) They'll understand.

[lyredenfers.livejournal.com]

Sprain is ouch, not the OUCH. I have learned the distinction the hard way.

I think this is actually giving me the motivation to jump ship. So I'm trying to do EVERYTHING this week.

[anait.livejournal.com]

I support this motivation, though not your unwillingness to look after yourself.

I'm sorry you're having such a crap week. Call and talk tonight? I think I'll be at Sally's.