Slip and Slides

I realize I haven't written in a while, there is a good reason for that...I think but unfortunately my brain isn't functioning quite well enough to recall it. So I will have to just stick to the last couple of days. One event from the last week I feel I should state is that when I was cleaning my room, one of my shelves decided I had over filled it and fell....onto my hand when I treid to catch it, effecctively spraining it. Now on to this weekend...

It was my nephews 8th birthday, so my two younger borthers, one of my brother's girlfriend, the parents and I all headed down to celebrate the birthday. It didn't go so well, a lot of fighting between relatives. just plain and simply not fun. We did get to see the younger nephew in Shriek on Ice which all the classes at one ICE rink was participating in. It was beyond sweet. Unfortunately when we got back to my grandparents house where we were sleeping (my sister's house is way too small) my hands were full and I fell down the stairs. I treid to catch myself with my only free hand, aka the hurt one, and fucked my back, arm, and shower over beyond all belief. So I am sitting here, drugged up to try and stop the pain and almost in tears anyways....

Because today is mine and my boyfriends anniversary and he is nowhere to be found. I really really need him right now...but don't know where is he. Okay, I'm going away now, before I do start crying on the keyboard....

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