can of catfood.....

ok, so.....i followed a state trooper car with full sirens/lights in the main road, and off to the right down my little circle as i headed home this afternoon.....thankfully the car kept going.....oy!...i have enough drama in my life right now without inviting more.....and when i got into the house, those present had not bothered to feed the cat or dog......and i proceeded to slice open my thumb on the catfood can lid......and the blood loss from such a cut is horrifying and persistent.....the bandaid did not hold back the tide...which i discovered as strolled out to the curb to get the mail and paper that had not been brought in.....my dripping thumb left a bit of a trail that i saw only after i turned to walk back to the house.....thankfully my clothing was spared from the carnage.....if i had a lick of sense i would go to bed right now....perchance to sleep more soundly than i have for a few days.....i ran out of hormones a few days ago....and wrongly assumed that i could handle the withdrawal...gentle readers....there are few things more annoying than waking up in a pool of sweat and knowing full well that hormone withdrawal was to blame......not ready to part with the little white pills just yet.....so...to wrap up this rant.....i have catfood can cut and hormone withdrawal to blame for my current state....