I know that I'm always saying that I'm going to die. I may not have mentioned it enough on this blog, but allow me to start now. I think I'm going to die. Here's the story:
I was eating lunch. I had a couple of corn tortillas (and yeah, I'm sticking to the story that it was just a couple) and some cucumber slices with ranch dip. I went back downstairs to get another tortilla to dip into the ranch dip...because I was tired off just eating it off my finger (note to roommates: you don't want that dip unless you want my germs...so maybe you do want that dip). So I came back up and sat down at the computer and I felt a little prick on my arm as it brushed my leg, but didn't see anything. Then as I dipped a piece of tortilla in the dip and put it in my mouth I felt a prick on my finger and I saw a tiny sliver of glass in my finger. So I pulled it out and then I spit out the mouth full of food I had and started shrieking.
And now I'm pretty sure I'm going to die. Seriously. What am I going to do? Where did the glass come from? Is it poisonous? Do you think someone is trying to get me to eat ground glass? What would be the motive? I don't have any money. I'm so concerned. I know that you're all doubting me now, but when I wake up dead tomorrow, then who will be sorry?
In other news, my foot hurts. I went for a 1.5 hour walk yesterday. I thought that everything was fine. My feet didn't hurt while I walked or at all yesterday (though to be fair, after I walked, I don't think I moved more than 10 feet all day). But today when I walked to the bus and then to my building, I was limping. My left foot/ankle is killing me. I would have run around screaming about dying from the scary glass now working its way through my veins, but I can't. I just can't. Literally.
I guess only time will tell if I am going to live to post another day.
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