I don't know what to do with myself. Just don't know what to do with myself.
So I don't know if it's my most recent meds combo or the fact that I'm sick, but I'm waking up pretty early these days. We're talking actually conscious during my morning classes. Weird. This is good, but not so much for this week. This is a week for waiting. Waiting for a phone call. That horrible, dreaded phone call that you're not supposed to worry about when you're my age. Since I am me, however, I am dealing with this now. Of course this is happening on top of trying to pull together the last assignments/papers/exams for school, work drama from hell, a trip to Sedona that may or may not be happening (all depending on said phone call), etc, etc, etc. WHY NOW? I wish I could elaborate, but I really do not want to be the girl that dishes these kinds of specifics on the internet for all the world to see. Especially because it's most likely nothing to worry about and just some dumbass precaution they've got me all worked up about. (Repeats to self several times)
Now that I've got you all confused...new topic...
I have allergies. For the first time in my life, I have allergies. Figures. I manage to not get sick during the worst winter weather EVER, and then that same winter weather gives me goddamn seasonal allergies once spring hits. Fuck me. This is a stupid thing to talk about. I will stop.
This is an important week for Tom and I both. Hopefully by Friday, he will know if he got the Pharmacy Tech job at TGC and I will know my lovely news. Both pieces of information could make or break our trip, so that's a fun little gamble. I guess it's kind of nice that we've gotten to that point in our relationship where anniversaries really aren't a big deal and celebrating them is something we feel we should should do and not something we absolutely must do. It feels stupid to be spending so much money on one weekend trip when there's so much to be done up here, but the reservations have already been made, so there you go. Getting away for a couple of days might be nice...depending on that damn phone call.
STOP THINKING ABOUT THE PHONE CALL.
I always end up rambling.
Now that I've got you all confused...new topic...
I have allergies. For the first time in my life, I have allergies. Figures. I manage to not get sick during the worst winter weather EVER, and then that same winter weather gives me goddamn seasonal allergies once spring hits. Fuck me. This is a stupid thing to talk about. I will stop.
This is an important week for Tom and I both. Hopefully by Friday, he will know if he got the Pharmacy Tech job at TGC and I will know my lovely news. Both pieces of information could make or break our trip, so that's a fun little gamble. I guess it's kind of nice that we've gotten to that point in our relationship where anniversaries really aren't a big deal and celebrating them is something we feel we should should do and not something we absolutely must do. It feels stupid to be spending so much money on one weekend trip when there's so much to be done up here, but the reservations have already been made, so there you go. Getting away for a couple of days might be nice...depending on that damn phone call.
STOP THINKING ABOUT THE PHONE CALL.
I always end up rambling.