Let's just say the bike's trashed and so am I. Who knew broken legs took forever to fucking heal. My ribs are better, it's kind of nice because sitting up was a bitch for a bit. Although I guess I'm losing that power because it's taking forever for the leg to fix itself. Not fair. I feel like it's gone all spotty on me. Works for a bit then takes longer.
Also guess who hit me? Just GUESS! This is becoming a habit I'd like to avoid.
seriously. I'm not leaving the house again this month. I had my bike brought back to the house and I'll just mourn over it for awhile. I might be able to fix it. But this makes for a very depressed Rogue.
Lina Only but he made the quiches, and made me a steak to eat and tucked me into the bed on the couch he'd made up... I'm so confused I'm confused right now, Lina. He was nice
First filter + All those who live full time or part time at Lina/Rogue's place
That said, food for the next few days is done - I'm going to just sleep I think - there's quiches in the fridge, pork loins in a covered dish there too for dinner and sandwiches made for lunches. This is probably the only time I'll ever say have a free for all in the kitchen if you need anything else. Just don't break my kitchen.