1. Still haven't had "the test", and my doctor keeps leaving voice messages that I am never, ever going to listen to.
2. Your job title shouldn't be "manager" if you don't know how to "manage".
3. My arm is sore, but looking much better, and much brighter. As are my shoulders.
4. Looking for a new house. NEW house. The idea of a blank "canvas" has me ( Read more... )

Heading off to work in half an hour, and I have taken more xanax than I should have.
I feel like a nap, not customers.
Blah to everything. I want to get drunk.

I have this feeling that I'm still bleeding where they fucked up my IV.
The bruise on my arm keeps getting bigger, and the newer parts are a bright red.
What is one supposed to do about such a thing?
Speaking of which, the most dreaded question was asked last night, and I think I hurt someone's feelings.
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Calling all non-shit Melbourne people.
Entertain me this weekend.
Please?

Phone numbers, people.
I need them now.
New phone and whatnot.

Telstra can suck my ass.
And what the hell is with all the staff at the Telstra Shop on Main North Road being like 90kg+ ?
Fucking tools.

I just spent the last two hours ironing.
And now I'm going to get drunk.
I swear I must be married or something.

Someone apparently has a little trouble sleeping tonight.
I am yet to get into bed.
But, well, what an interesting night it has been indeed.
My mind needs rescuing from dirty thoughts.

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New tattoo.
New tattoo.
New tattoo.
Woo.

Spent from 9.00 this morning till about 1.30 cleaning, disinfecting, sweeping, mopping and baaaaasically going insane.
Took some photos of dead crickets and the enormous piles of dust I got from the floors.
Ew.