Gah what is today?!
I wake up at 2am shit scared (context) I didnt get back to sleep til 3:30am, I then woke up at 7:15am for no goddamn reason, feeling almost too ill to eat my tiny-ass bowl of cereal. I got some good news from my Wii Fit so I thought yaay! Todays luck is finally turning around! and went to go have a shower.
Things in the shower were going great, it wasnt malfunctioning as it usually does (if you ever use my shower, you will have to sign a release pledging not to sue when it inevitably scolds you for no reason) so I could actually wash my hair, body and face without having to shuffle to the sink and thats when it happened.
Some moth went Norman Bates on me, come out of fucking nowhere and kept flying at me in a prolonged and unprovoked attack until, in one of my desperate attempts to shoo it - I accidentally break it in half on my shoulder. So now I feel guilty as hell, as at that moment it occurs to me that maybe it wasnt trying to kill me, maybe it was scared and lashing out, or thought that it could come to me for help and guidance. Maybe it was my fucking spirit animal - oh now Im fucked. So Im racked with guilt, and I have a decent dollop of moth blood on my shoulder.
Normally I could just console myself with the thought that I get to bake lots of baking today, but a lack of sleep and todays events so far have led me to believe that somethings gonna go seriously wrong. EEK!
Anyway, Ill shut up now. Thanks for listening
EDIT: I washed the dollop of blood off, by the way; I didnt feel like wearing it as a badge of honour (even if that would have made me a fucking Viking)
I wake up at 2am shit scared (context) I didnt get back to sleep til 3:30am, I then woke up at 7:15am for no goddamn reason, feeling almost too ill to eat my tiny-ass bowl of cereal. I got some good news from my Wii Fit so I thought yaay! Todays luck is finally turning around! and went to go have a shower.
Things in the shower were going great, it wasnt malfunctioning as it usually does (if you ever use my shower, you will have to sign a release pledging not to sue when it inevitably scolds you for no reason) so I could actually wash my hair, body and face without having to shuffle to the sink and thats when it happened.
Some moth went Norman Bates on me, come out of fucking nowhere and kept flying at me in a prolonged and unprovoked attack until, in one of my desperate attempts to shoo it - I accidentally break it in half on my shoulder. So now I feel guilty as hell, as at that moment it occurs to me that maybe it wasnt trying to kill me, maybe it was scared and lashing out, or thought that it could come to me for help and guidance. Maybe it was my fucking spirit animal - oh now Im fucked. So Im racked with guilt, and I have a decent dollop of moth blood on my shoulder.
Normally I could just console myself with the thought that I get to bake lots of baking today, but a lack of sleep and todays events so far have led me to believe that somethings gonna go seriously wrong. EEK!
Anyway, Ill shut up now. Thanks for listening
EDIT: I washed the dollop of blood off, by the way; I didnt feel like wearing it as a badge of honour (even if that would have made me a fucking Viking)
crystalle:
Aww a hug for u 
heartbaker:
Poor buggy