- innocently walking across the room with a glass of wine last night, thinking “hm, I shall sit and have a pleasant evening with some wine and chocolate and bad tv”

- right hip suddenly goes HAHAHA FUCK YOU I DON’T WANT TO BE IN MY SOCKET ANYMORE and subluxes itself with a loud and kind of disgusting CLUNK noise

- wine goes on floor, I land on my butt, glass breaks, I burst into tears

- incredibly helpful darksideofthelawn (who is kind of an expert on failtastic hip joints and is currently recovering from a gigantic icky dislocation himself) feeds me painkillers and instructs me carefully on how to relocate it, while I embarrassingly freak out because I can’t feel my right foot

- hip kaclunks back into place, circulation to foot resumes and I un-freak-out

- still hurts a lot though, so after an hour or two of lying down I go in search of more painkillers

- while looking for them, hip goes HAHAHA FOOLED YOU and kaclunks back out, depositing me on the floor again

- more embarrassing sobbing ensues, followed by crawling around the floor in a thoroughly undignified manner

- eventually substitute whiskey for painkillers because fuck it

- crawl back into bed and pass out

- crawl to doctors this morning, who looks very worried and prescribes me epic amounts of painkillers and mumbles things about MRI scans and orthopaedic consultants

- take all of the painkillers! (Okay, not all of them)

- hip now hurts significantly less (hurrah) and I feel somewhat like I’m floating around on a fluffy pink cloud in the sky (hurrah)

- however, I somehow have to still work today anyway (not hurrah)

- how?

- what is transcription?

- I have forgotten

- help

well

just got actually for-real triggered by seeing a picture of a hospital room

I am a fucking idiot

createyourmind:

Glass Beach is a unique beach, not because nature made it that way, but because time and the pounding surf have corrected one of man’s mistakes.

Beginning in 1949, the area around Glass Beach became a public dump. It is hard to imagine this happening today, but back then people dumped all kinds of refuse straight into the ocean, including old cars, and their household garbage, which of course included lots of glass.

By the early sixties, some attempts were made to control what was dumped, and dumping of any toxic items was banned. Finally in 1967, the North Coast Water Quality Board realized what a mistake it was and plans were begun for a new dump away from the ocean…

Now, over 30 years later, Mother Nature has reclaimed this beach. Years of pounding wave action have deposited tons of polished glass onto the beach. You’ll still see the occasional reminder of it earlier life, such as a rusted spark plug, but for the most part what you’ll see is millions of pieces of glass sparkling in the sun. (As part of MacKerricher State Park, collecting is no longer allowed).

The earth will be okay once it shakes us off for good. Only then can it heal.

this is beautiful 

I… kind of really want to go here.

(I really need to get missing e so I can reply to comments properly but until then…

I’m fine, it’s not life-threatening or anything just really uncomfortable, haha) 

also who even puts jam in a vanilla slice

AND WHO PUTS COCHINEAL IN JAM

I give up on today that’s it 

ALSO I’M COLD

I AM SO TIRED OF BEING COLD LIKE FUCKING 100% OF THE TIME

EITHER MY HOUSE NEEDS TO BE WARMER OR THE WEATHER NEEDS TO CHANGE OR I JUST NEED TO STOP BEING SO TERRIBLE AT CONSERVING HEAT OR SOMETHING BECAUSE WOW I AM REALLY TIRED OF BEING FUCKING FREEZING 

gpoy

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hausofnone:

GPOY

(Source: the--personal--quotes)

have finally finished work

only four hours past the deadline, whatever. /rejoices

and now I wish I could draw or read or something, but this is unlikely to happen due to this whole unfortunate “having to act like an adult” thing. need to cook and housework and bleurgh. 

… in other news, people, with a few exceptions, still suck. 

I’m just going to reblog this as often as I damn well want to ok

fucking people.