I ran into the curling iron today. Like, my mom had it propped up against the makeup basket- no idea why, or why she left it on, because I never use it- but I was reaching for, looking for, my black eyeliner, and my arm banged up against the curling iron and WHAM I was awake. Previously I had been sleepy and dazed and, well, I slept in again on accident, but then I burned and 'FUCK!' and so I was awake.
It's interesting is all.
And I've been baking- cookies, for student teacher's leaving party thing in class- and so argh my back is in a lot of pain. But it's a sort of numb, icey pain, it's weird.
Hm.
I think the second pan I used wasn't clean or something- it's smelling like salt, not good. What was that last used for...hnn...not the calzone...I DUNNO. Ergh. Ah well. If they taste funky I'll just stop using that pan.
