I was standing next to a ledge when the small girl's hand pushed it—she couldn't see it; she was too low down. I watched the glass vanish from view, thought "shit" and had a moment to brace. It smashed into a seeming thousand shards of a thousand yet more shards each with a ring that rippled through me.I held firm; I was not shaken.
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I was transitioning between the shower and study naked when thboy opened the sliding door. I turned, deeply ashamed, at my hideous body.I do not feel great naked; I do not look good naked. If a casting director was looking for the main role for their production "The Toad King" and I stepped into the room they'd shout "CALL OFF THE HUNT! WE HAVE OUR TOAD KING!"I don't feel as bad wearing a shirt and undies; or wearing PJ pants and no shirt.
It fell out as I ate a Sundae. I thought it was from my meal the saw it was a tooth piece and frantically tongued about until I found where it once was. I put the shard on a chopping board then lost it when I picked up the board and it rattled off it to the counter and off that to under the fridge.I'd just come back from a psych where I discussed early onset of aging on wonky joints only for a chunk of tooth just fall out of me when I got home like in a fucked comedy movie. Seriously.
I'm playing Talisman on the tablet and my Sorceress was attacked by the Knight---who begins the game with armour and a sword.I won the battle and took his sword off him.His alignment is good and I am evil. Yet I did nothing to bring on that aggro. It is a nice sword though. He's lost some fights and is two lives from death. Let's see what I to make that happen.
The lake ride I did was too much after too long away from daily exercise biking. My left knee is screaming at me for doing something it used to do an hour a day no worries. I need to ease back in then lift back up. I'm older and can't do what limited things I could do as well I did them—my joints are failing early because they were never formed correctly. To know and experience early degradation of your body is fucked.
Gas just crackled out the base of my skull; I heard it and felt it. There's no implants, it's just my dodgy-as-fuck un-turned body venting.As I rode back from the lake yesterday my knees hurt and the already replaced hip ached.
I made him laugh so hard he vomited up his blueberries.Comedy win.UPDATE: He had to have a blast of Ventolin.
I haven't done a 15 hour day in seeming forever but I got to see things happen and chat with great peeps. A grueler but a grinner.I even had an outside mission on a stunning day and got assisted at the back of a queue by a roving customer officer. There were flashbacks to the shit but each time they came they ebbed off because what I was doing made it all worth it.I don't have self doubt; I am one with myself. How lucky am I to obtain self worth?Also there was a change of Prime Minister.
Me; like, all the time.A pebble in my shoe when running for a bus; yes, I ran—on this body. The pebble entered as I dashed across gravel.I missed the bus.Rimming my belly button on the edge of a chair. Loud noises like low flying aircraft, a cutlery rattle-drop or a scooter dropped within a bus. Memories, the having thereof, not the song; otherwise that would be "Memories" and how could that hurt you?