Anyway, after a long chat with the doctor, she was pretty certain that I have narcolepsy. Which, okay, yeah, I should have seen coming, given how much I’m randomly falling asleep, but I don’t know that I believed that it was a thing people really had. I live in a family full of superhumans and somehow the medical condition I have is a totally normal, but still really rare one. What are the odds?

She wants to run a bunch of tests, so I guess I now have to do some weird sleep study things. Guess I’ll keep writing in here. Seems like something that should be documented.

Anyway, all of that hardly matters when I didn’t even get the girl’s name! That’s right. I passed out, she, I guess, went in to get her cast put on or something, and we totally missed each other. My mom might have been right about skating to work today but I wish her vision had been a little more specific. Meeting the girl of my dreams doesn’t count if I never see her again.

08-29-2016, morningwafffles, text post

Oh, Mumblr, do I have a story for you. Today went from bad to worse to … maybe really great?

I was boarding to class—suuuuuuper late—when a stupid Ultimate Frisbee team ran into the middle of the street. Cut to: me, in the emergency room, cradling my broken and useless wrist. I think I can probably still skate, but my balance is going to be way off. And I missed my seminar, and it was my turn to read my work today, so that sucks. Not that I love reading my own poetry out loud in front of a bunch of strangers, but I was pretty proud of what I came up with this week and no, dear readers, I will not be sharing it, so don’t even ask. You are very sweet to want to read my original work, but I would literally rather die. Fanfic is one thing, my embarrassing poetry is another. Besides, if I read something aloud in class and then someone read this blog and realized who I was I WOULD DIE. I have actual nightmares about the anonymity being destroyed. It’s not that writing fanfic is shameful or anything, it’s that I know some people in my life who are not Stucky shippers and I have too many ship wars in my internet life to want to tempt them IRL too.

(Ooh, speaking of Stucky, I’m thinking of maybe finally writing a post-fall fic, but one where Steve actually finds Bucky after he falls from the train and takes care of him, so please send me all of your Hurt/Comfort fics plssssss. And before you all start piling into my asks, don’t worry: I’m committed to finishing somewhere a place for us first.)