Oops – as Ian pointed out, I forgot to check in. Sorry Lisa and Shan, but my smut and Convii aren’t quite yours yet – I’m still alive. Check back with me soon though, because the way things are going for me I’m sure I’ll fall into a pit of lava at some point.
So, I’m alive, but very annoyed. I bought three bottles of organic milk on Thursday night, because I am a hippie and go organics and glass bottles are friggin’ awesome. Except! Every single bottle is suspiciously chunky and gross! All my brand new milk is rotten and sour and completely not drinkable. I WANT MILK! What am I supposed to do with this big bowl of Cheerios I just poured? I’m eating it dry because I’m really quite hungry, but goddamn. Now I need to go back to the store and complain and get my money back and also buy some new milk. This is so not cool. I’m somewhat glad it was only a bowl of Cheerios and not my beloved Special K with Red Berries, because I’d have to do a lot more than just complaining – think robots and lasers and incoherent rage instead of just extreme annoyance and unquenched thirst for milk.
Stupid cows.
delicious juice dot com 
Yes, but what was the pain? Growth of another rib?
YAY for Not Dead! Screw smut, much better to read yours! :D
Yes, as Lola said – WHAT WAS/IS it?! I KNOW! It’s a Kuato growing in there, isn’t it? Was just a matter of time…
Oh right, the pain:
The doctor gave me some anti-inflammatory painkillers (and a note for my office, since I am 15 and work at McDonald’s) – it’s inflamed/strained pieces, just like we thought. The painkillers did the trick; I’m significantly less sore than I was yesterday and am feeling quite okay except for my milk rage. I’m supposed to go back if anything cracks or feels worse, but for right now I am excellent.
Beware glass bottles. I don’t know how hippies survive! Oh yeah, hits from the patchouli bong.
So it’s okay to resume *pole*ing then?
*poke*ing. *poke*ing. I need a spelling and grammer checker in my brain.
Special K Red Berries rule!