I meant to do this yesterday, but — guys, we need to have a Serious Talk about yesterday.
Yesterday? Yesterday was seriously crazy. I’d say it was one of those days, but thankfully, there are few days like yesterday.
It started when a bus exploded on campus (no, I mean, really. There’s video — language alert on the video, but, I mean, A BUS EXPLODED); thank God, no one was hurt. Twenty googolplex things which were minor in comparison but would be major on a day that wasn’t yesterday went horribly, terribly, unbelievably wrong. I went home and got in bed to take a nap and wash the crazy of the day away in the sweet Lethe of afternoon sleep. Then I heard a crash. A big crash. I ran out to see a car wreck right outside my duplex. Again, and thank God again, no one was hurt. Yesterday was a day that made me very grateful for airbags and evacuation strategies.
Let’s get to The Week That Was (And Is, Thank God, Finally Over, With, Also Thank God, No Injuries or Fatalities).
Day 48: I was happy that this stuffed pony did not judge me for losing my debit card. In my own house. I found it three days later: ON THE WALL. Seriously. It had fallen behind my desk and gotten stuck somehow ON THE WALL.
Day 49: If you are a person like me, who is allergic and/or sensitive to things like dyes, perfumes, air, life, and everything, then these little pink guys who lives in your dryer and make everything awesome will make your LIFE.
Day 50: Today, a friend and I smashed some plates. A lot of plates. Eventually, a mosaic will happen, but really, this is what was important: smashing the crap out of a whole lot of plates.
Day 51: The first photograph shows my desk at the beginning of the day, piled with work and files and grading and work and files and work. I think I must've found the right pipe and headed down a warp zone, because the second picture shows my desk at the end of the day, all work worked and all files filed.
Day 52: Guys, let's have some real talk for a moment. Sometimes, you really don't feel good. Sometimes, really not feeling good takes a flying leap over to Oh My God I Feel So Bad I Don't Want To Live On This Planet Anymore. Thankfully, this planet has one thing that will keep me tethered to it: books. Here, I'm in bed reading David Shields' mind-blowing opus of a manifesto, Reality Hunger. Thinking? The best painkiller there is.
Day 53: Look. There comes a time in every girl's life when she's been in a boot for five months and had to throw out all of her high heels for safety's sake. When it comes time for said girl to get her boot off, it is time for her to GET HER SHOE ON. (At some point, my mother may find her way to my blog and to this blog post. At such a time, I may receive a call from my mother, and in said call, my mother might remind me that my online shopping tendency may be bordering on A Problem and that I need to stop buying so many shoes. And so I say to my mother, let she who has cumulatively bought the least shoes cast the first stone. Just make sure it doesn't get stuck in my yellow shoes, because I really like them.)
Day 54: This is photographic documentation that before I left my house yesterday, things were fine. In fact, things were awesome: so awesome that I looked at myself in the mirror and thought, "Yep. It's a Beyonce day." Sadly, not even Beyonce could keep the crazy away.
Day 55: And we're ending the entry on a high note! You might notice that there's something missing in this photograph: my giant, behemoth of an aircast. Today, the boot finally went away. According to the x-rays, my talus bone is now one beautiful solid bone, and sparkly shoes? You are a GO.
You look SO good in sparkly shoes, Emma!
Yay! You get to wear shoes again! Rocking out like a silver Dorothy!