*sigh

i am feeling really comatose right now so writing is possibly not a great idea despite the fact that there is a LOT to write about.

for instance, the fact that juliet fell face first (teeth first?) into my grandparent's couch. at first, the roomfull of people barely glanced her way, since as everyone who knows her knows she basically falls or hits her face or skins her knee once every five minutes. but my cousin keek had a real concerned look on her face, so i kind of ran over...andy picked her up and sat her down to check out the damage and he freaked out ("jesus chriiiiiiiist!") so i grabbed her and ran to the kitchen...deflected everyone from putting ice on it (don't EVER put ice on an open wound) and got some wet paper towels to hold on the booboo...through her screams and cries she managed to spit out not one...not two...but THREE gushing mouthfuls of blood. her lip was about the size of her foot, and her teeth were pretty fucked up. she was a brave little toaster tho. once she calmed down, her only concern was that she could no longer suck her thumb. my mother in law has her ins with the oral surgeon (where she works) so she got us in despite the late hour. she (juliet, not my mother in law) sat in the doc's chair like a grown up who has never had a doctor/dentist related anxiety attack (my first one was at age 3 so i'm hoping that she is NEVER like me) and even after he pushed her teeth back into place merely said "ouch, that HURT!" and "when can i suck my thumb again?"

i myself went into a traumatic shock coma/manic breakdown and then, due to the ginormous migraine, took a tylenol3 (codine). which was apparently not codine, but acid, because instead of sleeping, i started tripping, all night long. needless to say, after a day/night/day of no sleep and my entire world of being a mother violently shaken up(and then taking a panicky, horrifying acid trip that was probably god's way of making sure that i don't ENJOY taking perscription drugs), i'm feeling pretty awful and surreal right now.

on a totally unrelated (but somehow vitally important) note, i finished the 3rd and 4th installment of megan mccafferty's jessica darling series. they are fucking fantastic and i basically wish i WAS megan mccafferty. because not only did she write 4 amazing books, 2 of which i am totally obsessed with, but she has a blog that has her 10 year old diary excerpts in it. fucking awesome. PLUS, her diaries are basically the same as MINE from when i was the same age. however, i'm not an amazing writer who has created the perfect anti-heroine. maybe someday.

and fyi, juliet is doing well. she is sucking down oatmeal and scrambled eggs, but can't fall asleep (the thumb). every time she hurts her self (she just tripped and fell almost on her face this very second) and i overreact (*gaaaaaaaaaasp!*) she gives me her dirtiest look and says "i'm fiiiiiiiiiiiine."