Good Friday? I don't F&*^ing think so. First of all I'm really sick. One of those head colds that turns your sinuses into a brick. Couldn't take time off work because then I wouldn't qualify for the stat pay for today. Peachy. Yeah. So I got lots of sleep and tried to feel better. All week I've been coming home and just taking a nap to avoid the craziness in the kitchen, and getting dinner later. Today I thought, you know, I have some meat I got on special and I better cook it. That way all I'll have to do is warm it up with whatever I make in the next couple days.

Two of my roommates felt the need to invade the kitchen to cook at the same time. Please keep in mind, no one had to work today. There were no schedules or time limits. But they HAD to get in there during the last fifteen minutes I needed to cook separate things. On the stove, mind you, not even a different area out of the way. So I was nearly done. My plate and kettle of tea were waiting for me to take them upstairs. Just had to wash out the frying pan. Did that. Sat it up on the drying rack and was about to turn around when the one guy poured a whole pot of boiling water over my my hand.

That's right. Boiling. Water. Whole. Pot. Right hand. Once I came to my senses, I flipped on the cold water. So far it isn't blistering, but OMFG it hurts! HURTS!!!!! I'm not going to the hospital to sit there for at least 12 hrs for nothing, so I've been treating it myself. (I don't need first aid advice, just btw, it was hours ago now.)

So the beauty part is this: We have a double sink. That's right. He reached OVER a sink to dump the boiling water on my hand. If you can figure that out, let me know because I still don't get it.

So I'm in pain. PAIN!!! I can only type because the damp cloth is draped over my hand and that still feels like my hand is on fire. I can't lean on the outer edge of it to write or draw or whatever. Can't do my dishes or really take a proper shower which I'm dying for. >.< So much for my long weekend. I was going to spend today churning out work for Phrixion, but not now, oh no. And he's sitting downstairs playing guitar. I want to go beat the living hell out of him with that guitar so he can hurt too for his stupidity. Tomorrow I get to spend 3 hrs on the bus to go up and have dinner with my mom. Yay. That would be the mom who pretends she's not trying to stress me because of my medical condition(s), but who goes out of her way to make me feel like shit. The one who very loudly disapproves of my upcoming marriage to my gf. I have to give out invitations next week, so this should be a blast. Can't wait. Oyes. Coming home Sunday the buses will be on the reduced holiday schedule. How did I get to be so lucky?

I can type, but not much else. Was really hoping for some rp tonight. Dontcha know, no one's around that I normally play with. Everyone decided they need to nap even though I won't see them tomorrow. Everyone. e.e

Grumpy doesn't cover it.