wound tally:
bruises: nine (three on hands, one on arm, four on both legs, giant bump on head)
Cuts: sever gnawing marks from Jack (who is a dog, for whatever you people might think)
Internal injuries: possibly a broken nose, okay, not broken, but it definately hurts. Lots of nausea, but I don't know if that's related to last night.
other: my soul bleeds. Okay not really but thanks to today, well technically yesterday, my head is really muddled and I have no idea what is happening in this world around me (though my chemistry book tells me that it has something to do with intermolecular forces that keep my "flesh from dripping off [my] body"
I think I'm most concerned about the bruise on my arm. It's on the inside and it looks like a punchture wound and I wonder if that stupid dog bit me and now I'm going to have to have my arm sawed off, like that guy on House who had a dog bite his leg and then had to get it sawed off.
I'm so fucking tired and I can't sleep because when I lay down I have to think and thinking is unpleasant for me.
You know what's wierd? For like thirty seconds today, after I did my laundry, I wished I could go home. I mean, obviously, I immediately realized that that wouldn't do me any good at all, and would infact make me even more miserable. But still. I'm such a fucking coward, I just want to run away from everything.
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