Oh dear sharp pain in my knee, you couldn’t wait until Idk…tomorrow to make yourself known? Now I’m going to be asking myself if maybe the cut I got on my knee when I fell didn’t get infected and then they’ll cut my leg off or something XD. I know it’s ridiculous BUT I did have a science teacher whose mother got an infection in an articulation in one of her fingers (from a simple cut) and they were about to cut her finger off, because that articulation was isolated or something so stuff could easily develop there. Or something. This was 2 years ago so I must have mixed everything up in the story. And anyway, the knee’s not like fingers. Right?
And now it’s late but I’ll just pretend that if I don’t look at the time and sleep well then I won’t fall asleep tomorrow afternoon (like every other afternoon after lunch). I dreamt of vampire zombies* last night, smoke coming out of the metro or something and making shapes, making a plan in a Starbucks to defeat them (and very seriously wondering if I should get cheesecake or not), and a ship like a UFO coming out of the Seine. HAHAHA I love my dreams, even if they’re terrifying.
*idk that’s what they were in the dream…they could teleport thanks to a jar of spices, like a portkey.
