Har-har-har, you might think, as you read this. But no, I am not in the mood to kid around. I'm not much in the mood for anything really. Monday night I got home wasted after walking home, furious with Lolly because she kicked me in the head. It wasn't a big deal, a mistake, really, but I was drunk and I was super-angry. So I stormed out of Evol and walked home in my Jeffrey Campbell Litas ( utter BLASHEMY). Got home, started making myself an I-feel-sorry-for-myself sandwich and instead of cutting the bread like I was supposed to my stupid fat thumb got in the way and sliced open my stupid thumb. Bummer. Luckily I was drunk, because it was really deep, but I obviously couldn't feel anything.
Standing there stark naked with blood everywhere, I carried on making my sandwich while Keane (poor darling) ran around our apartment like a madman looking for clothes to dress me in so he could take me to the hospital. 5 minutes later I looked down at my body to see he had dressed me in leggings that only reached halfway down my shin, tennis shoes with no socks, a Tegan & Sara concert t-shirt and a denim jacket from 1992 that belonged to a rapper. Stunning choices Keane my love!
Anyway, as you can see (sorry for my disgusting picture), I now have 9 stitches and a stupid thumb sock bandage that I (thankfully) get to take off tomorrow.
Think I might lay off the drink for a while.