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[hummingwolf]

In a post about things that keep me sane, I said, "No matter how tired I get, I feel compelled to move--I hate sitting still for very long and become exceedingly cranky if forced to do so. You do *not* want to see me when I've got a sprained ankle." Well, you also do not want to see me when I can't go out because my walking shoes have fallen apart and the only shoes I have left are ill-fitting hiking boots which give me blisters within mere hours of being strapped onto my feet. (I could walk in the walking shoes for a while if nobody minded seeing my toeses. Unfortunately, people don't want to see my toeses. Silly people.)

Or maybe you do want to see me, if you're seeing me because you're going to buy me some shoes. If the vocational rehab. guy would just answer his phone and set a date and time for the shoe-shopping, I would be eternally grateful.

As it is, though, I'd like to rip somebody's throat out. Any volunteers?

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[blue-by-you.livejournal.com]

That sucks! Do you mind if I make a voodoo doll of the guy who won't answer his phone?

[hummingwolf.livejournal.com]

Well, I mostly like the guy and don't want him in any disabling pain... so if you could just kick the voodoo doll in the pants, that'd be fine.

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[blue-by-you.livejournal.com]

One big swift kick in the arse coming up. Let me know how it works? I'm still new to VooDoo.

[hummingwolf.livejournal.com]

He wasn't in his office yesterday. He's not in his office today. They say he'll be in his office tomorrow. My plan is to leave several panicked messages on his voice mail today, trying to get through his head that this is kinda urgent.

Argh.

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[blue-by-you.livejournal.com]

One big swift kick in the arse coming up.