I had started to feel a bit better after I got showered and dressed.

Mom was asking me if I wanted something to eat, but I wasn't hungry so

I said no. She automatically assumed it was because I was being rude,

and got all pissy about how I didn't turn off the tap all the way and it was dripped,

and then slammed her door. I slammed mine louder, threw on a sweater and then left.

Didn't take the dog with me, just walked myself.

Less stressful that way.

New flats made a mess of the backs of my ankles.

They are all bloody and gross.

Not bothering to really assess the damage yet, 

probably going to just sit here for a while.

Then later go take some LB pics.

I don't really care just now, though, honestly.