Today I got these pretties in the mail from my friend Georgia.
A couple of weeks. At least.
EDITED TO ADD: Sorry guise… I shoulda kinda told you WHY I was back in RoboBoot, but I was expecting you to like totally read my mind and shit.
Just like the previous two times I ended up in this instrument of torture, I went a little batshit crazy with the cleaning (hover over the above links for situation or click for the whinefest) and my already damaged Achilles was all OH NO YOU DI-INT and put a stop to it.
If it is knee height and above I can still clean it you motherfucking piece of shit tendon. I have a father in hospital (he is OK, but I was freaked out for a while there) a party of epic proportions to plan for, a husband that needs a damn job already and MY PERIOD so I need to clean and sort things to release some of this frustration before I pop a brain cell or kill somebody.
Neither is an option because, you know, MESS.
So yeah, fucking RoboBoot’s back.
Tell a friend.