my hands are sooooo cold. like numb. actually blueish.
having a few issues typing here. it's like 'type', 'backspace', type 'backspace, backspace'. i love that! lunch is almost over :( it's 12:49 and i go off...oh, sweet. i still have what? 20 min? and also? i have a 'specialist' appt at 3:50 today...i getta leave at 3:15!!! can i hear an amen? *______* i'm actually pertty excited. speacialist's are halarious. this dude doesn't work weekends. and wednesday's. well only morning's. and he closes at four. that's insane! i so wish. i guess i'll just take the last two hours as 'sick time' as opposed to coming in early tomorrow or not taking a lunch today [yeeeah. too late for that i'm thinkin anyways]. i'm sure i have a few days left of my original five. i'm not sick THAT much. although i'mm certainly not a trooper so much when it comes to illness. if i'm down? there's no gettin me up, or gettin me to pretend that i'm up.
i can't even see the water. our office is overlooking the port in vancouver. the train tracks? the helijet?? anyways, they're a dockey thing across from us and after that, water. i can't see it for all these clouds. it's great! until i have to leave at 3:15 for a #3 main bus [which i have to walk to main to catch first. blast! it doesn't look like it'll let up either], then off at broadway and a #9 to the office...ai carumba! perhaps the office moved? horror of horrors! i should check. he's an allergist kinda doctor. i basically just need him to represcribe my inhaler that i use when i can't breathe, but of course he'll want to know if i've made the recommended changes from something like 7 years ago. as if. 'yes dr. greenberg, we still ahve cats. six. and the hardwood floors? we just could not justify the budget...'. he's gonna yell at me :( but it's okay. cause i getta go to kel's coffee shop at 4:45 today, not 6:15. that's something to look forward to. i think i'm gonna feel rebellious. being on the bus and skytrain BEFORE five. raw ha ha!
must go plug kettle in. must drink something hot to revive...my hands. and my feet. with ten minutes left!
i can't even see the water. our office is overlooking the port in vancouver. the train tracks? the helijet?? anyways, they're a dockey thing across from us and after that, water. i can't see it for all these clouds. it's great! until i have to leave at 3:15 for a #3 main bus [which i have to walk to main to catch first. blast! it doesn't look like it'll let up either], then off at broadway and a #9 to the office...ai carumba! perhaps the office moved? horror of horrors! i should check. he's an allergist kinda doctor. i basically just need him to represcribe my inhaler that i use when i can't breathe, but of course he'll want to know if i've made the recommended changes from something like 7 years ago. as if. 'yes dr. greenberg, we still ahve cats. six. and the hardwood floors? we just could not justify the budget...'. he's gonna yell at me :( but it's okay. cause i getta go to kel's coffee shop at 4:45 today, not 6:15. that's something to look forward to. i think i'm gonna feel rebellious. being on the bus and skytrain BEFORE five. raw ha ha!
must go plug kettle in. must drink something hot to revive...my hands. and my feet. with ten minutes left!