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rena_librarianBecause the food poisoning (or flu, whichever) and resultant facial rash (I think; I'm blaming it on that anyway--luckily it's not THAT bad, I didn't bother with makeup for it because you'd have to be pretty darn observant to notice it behind my hair and freckles) weren't bad enough, now apparently the inside of my eyelid has an open wound or something--which doesn't hurt, but feels the sting when I put contact fluid in my eye. (It looks red on the inside. Like incision-red. GOD, I hope it's not a sty. My dad used to get those damn things all the time.
-_- Oh, and I didn't even tell you where I think I contracted the food poisoning. Nico brought me free Taco Bell on his way home from work Sunday night. Sympathy free-Taco-Bell because Brandon had come over in the afternoon and gave me the "You're really awesome, but I only want to be friends. Because you are awesome. Just not quite awesome enough" speech.
Which was really sweet of him, in theory (and now that he's off work and I'm not sick anymore we're having a girls' night tonight) but GOD DAMN IT LIKE I WASN'T MISERABLE ALREADY THANKS NOW I'M SICK. Which is not Nico's FAULT, mind you. But Fate and Irony are cruel masters.
And, yes, I'm a bit more upset about the Brandon thing than I thought I would be. Mainly because I kind of figured that a little while down the road, if it became clear that our differences were, in fact, not work-around-able, I would be the one breaking it gently to him. *sigh* So we'll see if he can keep it up--he has to prove that he really does want to stay friends. He blew me off Monday to hang with his grandparents (they were making dinner special, or something, I kind of quit listening to the voicemail after "I won't be able to come over,
Scary thing? Katchan was telling me that you know, if he and I stay friends, there may still be a shot at some point in the future, and I didn't even care about that. The rationalization that let me survive Kyle back in the day seems silly to me now. Not sure if I'm getting jaded or just appropriately thick-skinned with age. Cynical, for sure, but at least that's entertaining.
Speaking of entertaining, fun story/reason not to eat at Taco Bell of the day: Yesterday it was really windy, as in "woke me out of a dead sleep because I thought I heard the siding ripping off" "they're re-shingling Nico's building" "wind advisory in the corner of my screen as I watch relatively crappy daytime TV" windy. Apparently the Taco Bell sign (yes, the one on the giant pole out front) exploded (imploded? I wasn't there), fell down, got blown across five lanes of highway, hit a car, and in the process knocked out the power to literally half of TB. Half the lobby, half the kitchen. Everyone got sent home except Steve, and they were in this half-powered state until ten PM. In the malfunctioning half? The FREEZER. Well, the air-circulator worked. There was just nothing to make that circulated air COLD. Nico's advice? Don't eat there until tomorrow at the soonest. NICE.
I'm tempted to start a Taco Bell tag, but I realize of course that all entries detailing TB dalliances include Nico one way or another. No point.
I just realized. Maybe the thing inside my eye is the RASH that's also on my face. Creepy! -_-*
-_- Oh, and I didn't even tell you where I think I contracted the food poisoning. Nico brought me free Taco Bell on his way home from work Sunday night. Sympathy free-Taco-Bell because Brandon had come over in the afternoon and gave me the "You're really awesome, but I only want to be friends. Because you are awesome. Just not quite awesome enough" speech.
Which was really sweet of him, in theory (and now that he's off work and I'm not sick anymore we're having a girls' night tonight) but GOD DAMN IT LIKE I WASN'T MISERABLE ALREADY THANKS NOW I'M SICK. Which is not Nico's FAULT, mind you. But Fate and Irony are cruel masters.
And, yes, I'm a bit more upset about the Brandon thing than I thought I would be. Mainly because I kind of figured that a little while down the road, if it became clear that our differences were, in fact, not work-around-able, I would be the one breaking it gently to him. *sigh* So we'll see if he can keep it up--he has to prove that he really does want to stay friends. He blew me off Monday to hang with his grandparents (they were making dinner special, or something, I kind of quit listening to the voicemail after "I won't be able to come over,
Scary thing? Katchan was telling me that you know, if he and I stay friends, there may still be a shot at some point in the future, and I didn't even care about that. The rationalization that let me survive Kyle back in the day seems silly to me now. Not sure if I'm getting jaded or just appropriately thick-skinned with age. Cynical, for sure, but at least that's entertaining.
Speaking of entertaining, fun story/reason not to eat at Taco Bell of the day: Yesterday it was really windy, as in "woke me out of a dead sleep because I thought I heard the siding ripping off" "they're re-shingling Nico's building" "wind advisory in the corner of my screen as I watch relatively crappy daytime TV" windy. Apparently the Taco Bell sign (yes, the one on the giant pole out front) exploded (imploded? I wasn't there), fell down, got blown across five lanes of highway, hit a car, and in the process knocked out the power to literally half of TB. Half the lobby, half the kitchen. Everyone got sent home except Steve, and they were in this half-powered state until ten PM. In the malfunctioning half? The FREEZER. Well, the air-circulator worked. There was just nothing to make that circulated air COLD. Nico's advice? Don't eat there until tomorrow at the soonest. NICE.
I'm tempted to start a Taco Bell tag, but I realize of course that all entries detailing TB dalliances include Nico one way or another. No point.
I just realized. Maybe the thing inside my eye is the RASH that's also on my face. Creepy! -_-*
