Happy Birthday

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the wondrous and magickal
evcelt

On the Mend

Firstly, thanks to all of you who expressed concern and thought the same thing I did about those damned Geico squirrels. I think I'm on the mend, even though I'm ridiculously sore and my head hurts a tad. I'm not covered by my insurance to see a doctor and I couldn't afford to go on my on, so I'm just hanging in there and hoping that no bits fall off.

The ION is drivable, although large bits fell off it. They're in the trunk. Yes, I have junk in my trunk. Go ahead. Laugh it up, Nerf Herders, laugh it up. I went to school this morning and plan on working tonight. I'm just hoping it's not too much of a hectic, horrible day at the hospital, 'cos I'm not moving at optimum speed, not that I ever do anyway. I'm even slower at the moment. I need a cane, a crutch, a back brace, a neck brace, and a splint for my left wrist. A wheelchair would work too. And pain medicine. But I have none of that, so I'll be a hobblin' fool, period. Here's hoping Doc doesn't lose his cool at the klutzy bohunk he hired.

I get a rental tomorrow. I'm kinda of hoping it's my Sweet Sweet Ride again. I don't go until Friday to have my car looked at, which fairly sucks. I want it back now. This car has really taken a beating over the years and she's been a wonderful little vehicle despite my numerous abuses upon her. Saturns rock.

I haz a Joker Bukket

On my way from my Human Thought class to my Computer class, I swung by the Big PO to see what bad news was there waiting for me. Nestled in amongst the bills was a yellow card indicating I had something waiting on me in the office that was too big to fit in my PO Box. I inched myself into the office and said to Martha "gimme my package, beyotch!" Well, I didn't put it that way, but I thought it just for shits and giggles. How was I to know that my anti-social behaviour was about to be put in overdrive, thanks to booraven22?

It was an Amazon box, which always means Christmahanukwanzayule has come again! I took my box, thanked Martha, then hobbled out to the car to rip the corrugation up with a little knife I keep in the car. It's my letter opener. I don't use it for anything else, so don't get your collective panties in a bunch. I got the box open and, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a giant Chelsea Grin with no tiny reindeer. I picked up the accompanying note and read:

Thought you could use some additional inspiration. Your Sithly sister, booraven22

How sweet! I exclaimed in my skull, and I rifled through the pages of the graphic novel she'd sent me. It looks absolutely delicious and I can't wait to sit down in a dark corner and read it with relish. The book is called Joker and it's by Brian Azzarello and Lee Bermejo. I'm in luff. Luff, I tell you, luff.

So, thank you, Boo, for making an otherwise bleak day Uber-Fantastico!

Pure Evil in Scrubs

Dr. Patch informed me that, if he could have found the Geico advert with the high-fiving squirrels on You Tube, he would have emailed it to me last night. I told him that he was evil. Pure frickin' evil.