I went off campus to run an errand between sections and slipped on an iced over manhole cover. My stupidity not looking where I was stepping, and I don't think I actually hit my head or injured anything permanently but I definitely was cold, wet and grumpy the rest of the day. Which is a real shame because the first lecture was the first time that lecture truly worked. The second, predictably, sunk like a stone. The fact that I'm worried abt that is either proof that I'm really okay or really so out of it I can't quite tell, and I'm not sure which. Will definitely be glad to get home though!
Swung by the school infirmary, they said I don't have early signs of a concussion (my big concern given past klumsiness), that nothing was broken or sprained, that I'd just be royally sore tomorrow. My head still feels thoroughly befuddled, though. Took mega-doses of ibuprofen (doc's suggestion for the head). Still feel like I'm operating at the level of drunk deductions, though. Listening to music is... interesting, since my brain is processing different elements at different speeds so it's like listening to a round that doesn't quite go together.
So I picked up a sandwich at the bodega because I really didn't feel like cooking but they put this hyper-shredded lettuce all over it. I did not order lettuce. I am highly allergic to lettuce and if I eat too much I can have an allergic reaction where my throat closes up. My epi-pen is down to a half-dose and the pharmacy was out of the ones my insurance will cover, so if I have an incident I'd probably have to go into the ER. Which is the last thing I need. Plus it's roast beef so my roommate can't even enjoy it (vegetarian). Which is just... yeah. Bit not good.
I remembered this song as being sing-song and with a chorus of defiantly prim profanity. Which is just what I need, I thought. And it is. (And yeah, the lyrics. Not my attitude. I just needed to hear the chorus.) Problem is... the video I chose uses medevil. What's that supposed to be, the David Tenant regeneration he drops with Rose in the alternate reality at the end of "Journey's End"? Weak humor, I know; this is me feeling loopy.
Medevil. Really. Next thing I know people will be telling me they'll get hung for this.
All of which shapes up to a rather bizarrely crappy several few hours. it's... frustrating, yeah, no doubt. Especially as I was eager to come home and work some more on a fanfic story that's coming together for me. I'm not entirely sure - it's for the come-again challenge and the sex feels almost like a tack-on but it's not particularly out there as far as context goes. I think this is just me being slightly uncomfortable writing sex in the Sherlock fandom, and getting past that was the point of participating. I think. But the rest of the story is finally coming together in my head, and I'm pissed I'm too loopy to work on it properly. Also ticked off I now have to find dinner properly after the sandwich snafu, and upset about the wasted money.
But really? The badness is just so bizarrely, can't-make-this-stuff-up Martaness. And I can't quite help laughing.