A very good morning to you.
My Fridays are always jittery, distracted, song-stuck-in-my-head kinda days. Especially today. I’ve been at work every day this week, and there’s been some tension here. It’s not even directed towards me, but it’s just that feeling where you want to go unnoticed. Hey, did you know that any pent-up work stress can be deflated with a box of donuts? That’s the working theory, at least. If only I ate donuts. Oh well. So! This week I did some stuff. Yes, I did. Wednesday on my way to martial arts, I slammed my finger in the car door. The smart thing would’ve been to open the door and remove it, but instead I panicked and tugged. And tugged and tugged until I got it loose, and was surprised to find it still attached. It went numb instantly, so I thought it would be fine; I turned and headed towards the coffeeshop. Then it hurt in a way that made me want to curl up in a ball and die, so I crept back to my car and laid down sideways in the seat, trying to figure out if I could drive home or not. I made it home and put some ice on it and determined that it probably wasn’t broken, just kinda smashed. It’s the fingertip of my left pointer finger. There’s a cool-looking bruise under the fingernail, and I can function if I keep it taped. I know the fingernail’s gonna fall off. That is so painfully unhip. The strange thing is that it made we want to get a new piercing. Or a tattoo. It’s that same pain reaction, you know? You start to crave it. Luckily, I get a new tattoo in a few weeks. Also, FYI… you cannot make earbud headphones work with tragus piercings. Trust me, I know this from experience and I am annoyed. Last night, Homie and I went to IKEA and the Mall of America and bought nothing but coffee. If you are not surprised by this, you don’t know me very well. Also, IKEA has been open for 2 days and I’ve been there twice. The store opened Wednesday, but I got in early because Pam’s brother is some kinda VIP there, and got passes to the supersecret pre-opening event for families. She gave them to me 1) because she knows I’m IKEA’s biggest fan, and 2) it meant I wouldn’t take time off work during this very stressful week to go to the opening. She’s smart like that. And completely awesome. So Mother Ripley and I attended. She said ‘Ooooo!’ in her mom-way about a hundred times. I interrogated the dude at the restaurant about why the pytt y panna was not present (he said the vegetarian meal would be offered at some point, just not yet). He offered me the meal with fish. Last I heard, fish qualified as an animal. And, um. There’s more, but I’m gonna choose coffee and Target over writing. That’s just how I am. Also, I’ve got ‘California Love’ stuck now. Where did that come from? I heard it two weeks ago in the car. Shake it, shake it, baby.Jenni