Does anyone know how to treat 3rd degree rug burn?
I went home for Thanksgiving and fell into old habits. I was flash-dancing in my childhood bedroom (as you do) and slid across the carpet (as you do) and now I have a pretty nasty injury on my left ankle. You know, the kind where it turns weird colors and every time it bleeds my sock sticks to it.
Yeah, you're glad I'm back.
Other things from this trip: While New York City buses are immensely charming and enjoyable (ride one sometime - for fun!), the Rockland Coaches transportation system remains as soul crushing as I remembered it being. I take zero responsibility for that year of my life where I was commuting daily and behaved like an empty shell of a person.
My bedroom still doesn't have a functioning fire alarm. This made it much easier to willfully sleep through the other bedroom alarms on Thursday morning when turkey grease spilled on the bottom of the oven and our house thought it was burning. To be fair, that happens whenever someone cooks poultry on Ferris Court so I figured my chances were pretty good.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
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