so for about 4 shifts in a row at work i hurt myself, it was pretty ridiculous!
i hurt my knee, (nice purple bruise) by walking into an open drawer.
the next day i smashed my hand in the door and hurt my knuckle really bad,
then the next day i burned my finger on the oven when i was trying to take out a reduced fat turkey bacon breakfast sandwich. gross. i was NOT happy. oh well.
yesterday it smelled like someone had put poop in the oven. the smell was so overwhelming and disgusting that i almost puked. we still dont know what happened. im sticking with the poop theory.
today i got in a poking war with a friend. he poked me in the arm real hard so i poked him back and just hurt myself. i dont see how thats fair.
i also had an interesting thought after work today. i dont know how it happened but i was thinking about how when children die it is so horribly sad and what you could possibly say to someone to comfort the people they know. and then it hit me that when children die its most likely that they have never experienced the pain of loosing someone else. that's a small comfort. sorry to be so morbid but i felt like its something important/interesting to share.
later, love~
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