Girly girls don't get black eyes

And yet somehow I managed to, sober, at 5 in the morning. Tripped over the cat and smacked my cheekbone into the door frame. I rock. It seems to have gotten darker as time has passed, very uncool. It does not make me want to go out into public, let along go get the job I really need.

I also hope it has faded enough to cover up by friday, as no one likes a black eyed bunny.

Totally unrelated note: CPD and I were talking about food last night because I was trying to decide if i was hungry enough to go actually get some from downstairs. We stumbled upon the fruit roll-up during the conversation. Oh the thesises we came up with. I mean wrapping that chewy square around your finger to eat it had to subconciously preclude actions in later life, be it oral sex or a true disddain for sticky fingers, or as he like to call them, "jam hands". THis makes no sense you had to be there.