Ok, WHY DO I NOT LISTEN TO MY INSTINCTS?
I always thought I should never rollerblade. But then I go and get free rollerblades and protective gear off freecycle, so I figure I'll try it. But I try it alone. And I don't realize there's a slope. And can't stop. So fall. And do not break wrist or elbow or head, but maybe a couple fingers. Yep. FUCK ME! It's really hard to type, but I still need to rant more.
This is on top of my ex not wanting me to see his parents. Stupid jerk. I completely understand it and yada yada yada, but it's just so fucking typical. It would be uncomfortable, so can't let it happen.
And then, I also went to the hardware store and bought paint for my bedroom window sills. Was being environmental and didn't take a bag and had a lot of items. So, I drop the paint in the parking lot and it opens, spilling all. The end of that story is good, since they were nice and replace the quart. This is because it's a down home old school hardware store, not the Home Depot type of place. The kind of place where people know stuff and are helpful and nice.
OK, I have to go ice. dammit dammit dammit all to hell. I have to climb with one arm again.