This morning when I was getting ready to go out for Sibley Day I was getting dressed too close to my bathroom door. My arm came down really hard.
And my elbow proceeded to meet my doorknob.
Since noon it has felt like my pinky and ring finger are asleep. You know, when you sleep on your arm and you wake up and you can't really feel your arm or it at least feels funny? Yea, like that. Since noon.
Fuck you, doorknob. You inanimate object from hell.
Looks like Ashley and I are going to get a house for next year, or at least try to get one. Keep your fingers that it works out for us.
Because I do not want to deal with Sarah Green or Donna, our lovely RD next year.
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