Um, I\’ve fallen and I can\’t get up again, or something close to it. Lying about reading this afternoon, my bad leg ripped itself in half with a charley horse directly below my knee, and now I can\’t walk again. Will is out of town until Thursday and I\’m stuck on the third floor of an apartment building with very little cash and no groceries. Literally, all I have is canned soup, unwashed grapes, and pasta, none of which I can stand to attend to.
So I have to feel like an embarrassed needy asshole now and ask that if you live in the DC area, could you please come help me out? Bring me some food? Help me take care of the rats? Move my car off the \”Wednesday\” side of the street before Wednesday so that I don\’t get another parking ticket? Help me take a bath? Steal me a wheelchair from somewhere? Take me to my doctor\’s appointments on Tuesday and maybe Thursday? Drop my prescription off in Maryland (my health insurance won\’t fill it in DC or Virginia) so that I can get my menstrual flow to stop? Cheer me up a little bit? Bring me Maryland Congressman Chris Van Hollen as I am technically still a Maryland resident, so that I can get him to fucking change the system that is helping to ruin my life? Drop my film off and get it developed so that I have the proof that there is no ceiling in my bathroom or other room I was living in at my parent\’s house, and that they\’ve knocked down half the wall in between the rooms besides, and there\’s mold and dust and nasty shit all up in the walls and the foundation and all over the rooms and just gross everywhere and obviously I cannot live there which is why I am stuck here and unable to help myself. But I need the proof. GODDAMMIT, I HATE THIS.
I\’m supposed to be a grown up here, and I literally cannot take care of myself. This is so embarrassing, I just want to curl up comatose until Will gets home.
