[ ow.

that's the first thing that comes to mind when becky wakes up, rubbing her head as the nurse cheerfully welcomes her back to the land of the waking and explains patiently that becky had been in an accident -- she believes that, thinking something about a satellite crashing to earth -- and that her head is going to be foggy for a while. it's all very reasonable and becky has no reason not to believe the nurse and so she waits patiently to be freed from her hospital room.

now, however, she has to walk to the sherrif's station in a hospital gown and that seems like a terrible oversight. she makes a mental note, as she is carefully holding the gown closed behind her, to give this a very stern yelp review. three stars: good service, but where are my pants?

it's only when she's retrieved her belongings and changed in the sherrif's station bathroom, that she can be found roaming the town with her plastic bag tucked under her arm, looking for her apartment and whimpering in distress: ] No service? What the hell.

[ becky doesn't mind playing it safe, she likes safety! but she also likes red white and blue firework popsicles spiked with vodka and she is currently mainlining the bowl of cherry bombs next to her lawn chair because pinterest may not exist in the town, but becky has a lifetime of knowledge, brah. she's fine when she's sitting down, but once she's up! ]

Oh hey, everything is spinny.

[ oh look, fireworks! spinny fireworks! once becky realizes they are happening (jumping a foot on the first few because she doesn't like things that go boom), she looks up with the appropriate oohs and aahs. walking home is going to be an adventure, lemme tell you. ]

[ the girl yelling at the computer in the library is becky. she's been shushed already, unsuccessfully, and continues angrily working at the computer while her own laptop lays discarded in her bag next to her. someone is trying to force the internet to appear because if it doesn't that means she doesn't have access to tumblr or imgur or bbc news and she will literally die without constant amusement at all times. she has already scrolled through the hundreds of memes saved on her phone. it's not enough. ]

Fine! Be that way! [ scooping her bag up, becky turns to flounce out of the library but the strap of her bag gets stuck on the leg of the chair and now she is on the floor, her smartphone skittering out of her hand and a few feet away. well. today is great. ]