Eleanor and the Ridiculous Injury

Tonight in weird injuries, I would like to report that I have badly strained my right forearm from too much writing and typing. It hurts. Today’s post was going to be quite long, but will instead sit half-drafted until I no longer have to do everything left-handed.

I’m not sure how these things happen to me.

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People Watching at Starbucks and Ella’s Failing Memory

I’ve taken to spending between four and six hours a day in Starbucks, writing. And I must admit that I spend about two percent of my time people watching.

Today’s highlight was a woman who was walking around on crutches with her ankle in a brace, but was still wearing stiletto heels. I’m no podiatrist, but it didn’t look like a good idea.

The runner up was a woman who started screaming at the baristas for no apparent reason, completely freaking them out and all of the other people in the store. Considering that the clientele is pretty much entirely people with laptops, women wearing designer sunglasses on top of their head and stylish outfits (who always place very complicated orders, sometimes specifying the exact ratio of soy milk to whole milk they want used), it was startling.

In other news, this blog post was supposed to be about how I cut my foot open while biking, and I had this great analogy and joke to go with it, but then I had to go take a shower and sort the laundry, and now I can’t remember any of it.

Also, biking while carrying a mega bottle of determent in your left hand is very difficult and inadvisable. And I totally didn’t learn this from experience or anything.

And as always, you can also find me on tumblr at http://emleng93.tumblr.com/, if you’re into that kind of thing.

In Which Ella Gets Attacked by Pushkin

I got attacked by a cat this morning. While I was trying to put a very reluctant and terrified Pushkin into his cat carrier to take him to the vet, he managed to wiggle free from my clutches and claw me and my shirt while leaping across the room to hide behind some guitars.

I now have a sliced palm, a bunch of very long scratches covering my arms, two punctures, and a brand new shirt from Banana Republic that has blood stains and holes in it.

Needless to say, I am not exactly pleased with the situation.

However, Pushkin has forgiven me for the visit to the vet, and I have forgiven him for decorating my arms with scabs and ruining my shirt. It looks like he’ll be sleeping on my bed again tonight.

And as always, you can also find me on tumblr at http://emleng93.tumblr.com/, if you’re into that kind of thing.