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Attack of the killer garbage can
First of all you'll have to ignore the increase in typos in this entry. I learned rhe hard way the other night, that sticking one's hands in to the garbage is not a good idea. It seemz the lid from Monday's chicken chow mein was waiting to bite me. I think I need to get a can opener like the one she has I am typing this with only four finger on my left hand, as my pinkie is living up to its name. The can lid managed to go right into the area between my nail and my finger and its rating a steady 4.5 on the old ouch 0'meter, unless you bump it just right in which case it jumps to quick 7.5. Last night it was throbbing, all night to the point I had a hard time sleeping. The only other time I ever had a cut hurt like this was when I fed my right hand o the slicer at Cashwise. That time I had stitches (sort of, they were stick on). Thank fully my tetnus is up to date. I feel dumb going to the doctor because it is such a small cut, but I think it is quite deep.
Warren set a new record, the pants I bought him on Thursday, got ripped from knee to ankle when he got them caught on the chain on his bike. I tried to be angry, but.. then he was just so cute about it.
Last night he lied down on my bed, and said he just wanted to rest his eyes. 8 hours later he woke up and told me he felt much better after he rested everything else as well. He was in a great mood as he walked to the bus stop with me.
We had a potluck at work. The food was good, but I always end up eating too much. My body has gotten reconditioned to getting more exercise and wasn't prepared to not be able to go for a long walk after eating all those calories, so it revolted by putting me to sleep. I felt much more awake after walking the 1.7 miles home from Wasted Acres.
This is geting to hard to type, with only nine fingers, so zi hve to end it. Its hard to write wen you fingers won't cooperarte.
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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.
I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.
I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.