December 24, 2021 by sandwichcontrol
The word of the day is: Wrists.
|[ rist ]|
the carpus or lower part of the forearm where it joins the hand.
the joint or articulation between the forearm and the hand.
the part of an article of clothing that fits around the wrist.
Machinery. wrist pin.
I didn’t realize my hands were looking so much like some smashed up old potatoes.
I guess they match the rest of my body.
And somehow, on top of everything else, it’s Grismas eve?
What the actual fuck.
Only three more Grismas parties and then I can take a break from them for about a year.
I have to attend these three, though.
Seeing as how I’m hosting one and making breakfast/hosting a second one, I should probably attempt to be there.
Plus, if I’m not there, I don’t get all the comics that people have bought as gifts for me.
Comics make it all worth it.
The best part is that in roughly a week’s time I’ll be on vacation.
Like a real one.
Where I don’t have to work or take care of things for people.
Just me and Jitterbug and my comics.
She is going skiing.
I, after having a panic attack at just the mention of skiing, will be reading next to a cozy fire.
Wearing soft clothes.
Drinking fancy coffees.
Because I’m an adult.
I’m taking a suitcase full of books.
And maybe some clothes.
This year has kicked my ass.
I’m so ready for a few days off.
I haven’t really had one whole day off since April.
I’ve had parts of days off since then.
But not 24 consecutive hours.
It’s a good thing I love what I do.
Otherwise someone would’ve been choked out by now.
Speaking of working.
I’ve gotta check in with my clients and see what last minute things they’ve forgotten and need me to do.
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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