I'm ready to j-o-b, just not on no jag-off, shoe-shine tip

I'm actually half sore, half comfy (I'm wearing the best pajamas and the best robe, ever. Did I say ever? Because I meant EVER. Heh.). Interesting combination, no? Well, as if it wasn't established already, I proved once again today that I am the clumsiest motherfucker on the face of the Earth. Do you guys have any idea how hard I hit my hip bone (or whatever that bone is called) into this metal rack at work, today? Da-amn. I was walking out of a fitting room, and you know how you move a little faster sometimes as you start going somewhere, because you have that momentum going? Like, especially at work, you sort of move a little quicker, especially when you're turning a corner and all. Which is what I was doing, when BAM! Right into this metal rack on the wall. Like, not bumped, mind you. It slammed me straight on the bone. Holy shit. I seriously dropped to my knees, and could only kneel there for like a full minute, like "Christ!" I was this close to crying like a little kid. But I held it in, like a big girl. Ouch. It hurts when I walk, yo. And when I laugh. I can't even laugh! Because your muscles clench when you laugh, and apparently the hip area just happens to be one of those areas. So, I chuckle, and then go "Ooh!" Fun.

I look like I got beat up or something, because I have bruises all up and down the sides and fronts of my thighs, and a big ugly one on my knee from yesterday. Lovely. I need to learn to slow my little legs down, and watch where I'm going.

( The rest of my day )

Ohh, my hip, sonny![/old lady voice]

I don't want to close tonight, yo. Wah. At least there's supposed to be like nine MCAs, but not all of them are closing. Because God forbid we have enough people to make the place look nice, and get out of there before our hair turns grey! Meh. Fridays aren't always as bad as Saturdays, though. Although, really, you can't always tell. Like, some weeks, Fridays are way better. Then, other times it'll be like last week, when the Friday is actually busier than Saturday. Hopefully tonight won't be too bad. Because I'm all gimpish, with my broken hip. Hee. Okay, okay, so it isn't broken. But it hurts! *pouts*

It's not bruised, though, dude! The hell? I mean, damn, I walked into that rack hard enough to knock the wind right out of me. And it stings, if I touch it just right. Not to mention it hurts, when I laugh or walk. Yet, no bruise. Meanwhile, I've got bruises all over the rest of my upper legs, from times when I bumped into shit way less hard. Weird, huh? I'm all "Maybe I've gained special powers or something, like one of the super soldiers on XF. You can slam metal into my bones, and I won't even bruise! Fear me!" Heh.

I'm pleased that I'll have tomorrow and Sunday off. Good times. I'm going to my Dad's house, after I get off work tonight. Poor Tabbers will be home alone with just Mickey to keep her company, because Mom and Joe left last night for Las Vegas, and won't be back till Sunday. Not like she comes inside much lately, anyway. Brat. Hee. It's weird, man, she'll all about the cold weather right now. Like, she just wants to be out in it, all day and all night. She comes in to eat, then wants right back out. Hmph.

Anyhoo, that's it from me for now. Not sure if I'll come online this weekend. Depends on whether my Dad tries to torture us with old war movies again or something, and I end up escaping to the computer. Heh. So, unless that happens, see y'all Sunday evening! Have a good weekend!