My Foot Hurts~ (AKA, another beautiful post title 8D)

Today I did nothing and it was fun. 8D

Only now I'm staring really guiltily at my science textbook and thinking how I should study . . . The only good thing is test is Wednesday and I have tomorrow and Monday, since it's a day off, to catch up and all that.

So I was watching King Arthur tonight, and then my dog decided that I was hers and no one else was allowed to touch me or be near me in any way, shape, or form. This, while quite endearing and adorable, also became annoying, because some part of her mind went, "Hey! It'd be great if I marked my territory by snuggling Ave's foot and putting excessive force on it!" So she did.

This was slightly uncomfortable at first, but I dealt with it because of how adorable she looked. My foot got used to being a pillow, until she decided that absolutely all of her weight had to be focused on her neck, which was resting on my foot. By this time said foot was all, "Ave, this hurts. Make her stop!" in a whining voice like how you talk about your siblings, then I told the foot to shut up because the dog looked absolutely adorable being fiercely protective. Foot and I became increasingly uncomfortable, to the point where my eyes were watering and I was complaining roughly every thirty seconds about how much my foot hurt. Then, dog moved her head.

Foot had roughly point four seconds of freedom in which it exclaimed, "HELL YES. FREEEEEEEEEEEEDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!" before dog put her head back down, snuggled very roughly, and left me to be miserable again.

Eventually we got to the point where I was like, "Screw her comfort. I'm MISERABLE." So then I oh-so-gently transplanted her head from my foot to the carpet, with love and kindness and all that. Then she just snuggled with the carpet and pretended I was never there. This made me feel so loved.

It was then I realized I couldn't feel my foot.

After about three minutes of holding one hand on my ankle and the other on my toes and twisting a bit, I had generally regained feeling. This was both good and bad, because while I could feel, it also meant I was in extensive pain, and then had to limp to my kitchen and get an ice pack.

Rest assured, I can now actually feel my foot.

We shall end that long, rambly, and utterly pointless story there.

--Ave