| I came home today, elevated by an absolutely awesome display of musical goodness, only to find a wounded sparrow nestled up against the doorframe, dazed, puffed up and panting. It was all that I could do to put it someplace safe in my garden, then check on it ten minutes later when it got its barrings. It's left wing is broken, and there's really nothing that I can do for the poor thing but let it sit in my garden in pain. I feel like the worst person alive... |
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| Wanna know why? I got to go to Barnes and Noble and Schuler Books, and I bought books and a bookmark!! Anyone who knows me knows that that makes for an awesome day for Jenna. Whee! Stuff to read, my biggest stress reliever! =D
I'm already half-way done with one of the four I bought already.
Oh yeah, I'm a dork.
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| Mr. Bohkout just announced yesterday at my lesson that he wants me to start looking into learning the famous Queen of the Night aria.
Damn it, while that's freaking awesome, I'm suddenly shaking in my boots about the idea right now...
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| Over the last five days, I've been drugged up, packing gauze and just generally in agony that comes with dry sockets. Well, the clot finally formed last night, and I woke up with basically no pain.
But more nauseous than a pregnant woman with morning sickness.
lol, yep. I love it. Back to broth for me, today.
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| I'm so sick of my face and my teeth. Anyone want them, cause they hurt. A lot.
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