Things have gone just a bit too far. Three weeks ago I somehow misplaced my good mojo and accidentally left it behind in California. Have I done something horrible since then that could possibly cause my karma to go from ridiculously good to horrifically bad? Cause I swear, the bad luck just keeps piling up.

    That’s not to say that everything over the past three weeks has been nasty. There have been lots of high points – like getting to spend some time with friends cavorting about DC – but for every sunny spot, there are lots of dark spots. In three weeks I’ve blown a tire, my brakes failed, I crunched the front of my Dad’s car, my feet were ripped up by previously comfortable shoes (and I mean seriously ripped up), I’ve gotten a fair bit of bad news, and so on. But to top all of this off, on Tuesday, the Powers That Be decided it was time for me to fall down the stairs.

    I have to say, I feel this strange sense of incredulous stupidity. There probably wasn’t anything I could have done to avoid this, but I still feel rather ridiculous. I can’t remember ever having fallen down the stairs this badly before. Sure, I’ve skipped a step and lightly stumbled from time to time, but skidding down ten steps with my legs tucked beneath me? I’m twenty years old, for goodness sake, this shouldn’t happen.

    So why did it happen? Several reasons, the first of which is the fact that my legs just kind of gave out. I was so exhausted and delirious from walking around on Monday and Tuesday that I think my knees & thighs just decided they’d had it. Apart from that, I was dead tired when I woke up that morning, and I was wearing shoes that were one size too big for me because my skin couldn’t bear to wear anything else. Those factors meant I went tumbling down.

    It honestly wasn’t as bad as it could have been, so I suppose I am lucky in that respect. But come on, I already hurt enough, I didn’t need to rip my feet up some more upon impact and twist up every joint from my toes to my shoulder. Nothing was broken, thank goodness, but I really didn’t need this.

    Because of the compounded pain, I’ve spent the past two days trying not to do much, so as to avoid further injury. Thanks to the steady stream of pain medication, I’ve been far too loopy and incoherent to do anything serious. Unable to sleep for the second night in a row, I decided I had to do something at least halfway worthwhile and constructive. I’d already tried writing a few letters; that didn’t work. I tried writing some essays for NoToes.com; totally incoherent.

So I opted to redesign HeatherLawver.com. In my narcotic-induced stupor I was actually struck with some inspiration. Before I came up with my slightly risque pulp fiction design for that site, I created a design based on my favorite brand of creative weirdness: 60’s LP ‘Cheesecake’ cover art. I was in love with the design, but it seemed impossible to build due to a conflict with a repeating background and a picture of a chick with a martini glass (just what every Mormon girl needs on her website, more alcohol…) Somehow the percocet led to figure out a way to conquer the design dilemma and construct the site. It took just under two hours to tweak the design, draft it in HTML, then copy over all the content. Now, voila, lounge greatness fit for a hep-cat.

    Fairly soon I’ll also be able to unveil the newly completed NoToes website as well – that toe amputee support group I’ve been talking about. The design is all finished and up at the new domain name, but there isn’t any content available yet. However, if you’d like a sneak peak at the delightfully strange logo I’ve come up with, I’ll let you see it on one condition: if you look, you have to post feedback about the design. I’ve never really done anything like it before, between the lay-out and the color scheme, so I’d really appreciate some feedback. If you cross your heart and hope to give me pecan pie (MmmMmmm!), then click here. (And don’t think I won’t know if you cheat! I have digital eyes in the back of my head, or something.)

    As it is now past 4:00 in the morning, I think I should attempt to sleep off all this bad juju and hope for better luck in the morning (er, afternoon – I’m so sleeping in.) I’m just hoping I won’t have to fly all the way across country to find the good karma again. Although, that would be a handy excuse for a vacation. Help, help, I’ve lost my luck and I can’t seem to find it! Ha, yeah, they’ll buy that story.