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Daddy-o is getting another surgery tomorrow. Not as big of a deal this time. Hopefully the whining will be down to a minimum. He'll be home for the next 10 days, but luckily, I have work to go to and don't have to deal with BOTH my parents being home on Tuesday/Thursday.
I really do enjoy being at work. It's really helped this whole "I eat massive amounts of junk food during the day because I have nothing better to do" thing that I've been doing every break since college has started, and every summer previous to that. I don't have breakfast, I eat a pretty decent lunch at work, come home, read or lay in bed, and then it's dinner time.
My eyes are super dry and seriously bloodshot. I thought I had broken blood vessels, but it turns out that they are just super dry. I never get dry eyes. I really need to call the eye doctor man. I want new frames.
I have no idea what I'm doing about the ticket to England in September. Apparently, the travel agency that works with the program was supposed to contact all of us, but they haven't yet and I'm getting worried.
I got "1984" and "The Sound and the Fury" at the library today. I attempted to pick up a Coulter book, but when I got to the section and touched it, I couldn't bring myself to do it. This is going to be a lot harder than I thought. Especially with her new babblings about how the widows of 9/11 are enjoying their husbands deaths and making it more political than it should be. God, what a slut-cunt.
All I want to do is sleep, but if I sleep now I won't sleep tonight. I probably won't sleep tonight anyway, because even though it's a minor surgery, I'll still be worried. Not to mention that I have a huge major not even kidding fear of hospitals. Last time I saw my dad in the hospital I nearly threw up and then burst into a fit of tears when I was by myself. And it's not even just seeing my dad in a hospital, it's the hospital itself. As soon as I walk into one, my knees get all weak and my heart starts beating faster and faster. Even when I went to go see my little cousin when he was first born, I could barely do it. And that's in the maternity ward, where not very many upsetting things can happen. I don't know when this irrational fear started, but it's been around for a while.
Ok, time to read even though my mother says I shouldn't because of my eyes. She also told me not to be on the computer or watch TV. So...uh...Ma? What the hell am I supposed to do? It's like she's telling me to sleep. Weird.
peace.
I really do enjoy being at work. It's really helped this whole "I eat massive amounts of junk food during the day because I have nothing better to do" thing that I've been doing every break since college has started, and every summer previous to that. I don't have breakfast, I eat a pretty decent lunch at work, come home, read or lay in bed, and then it's dinner time.
My eyes are super dry and seriously bloodshot. I thought I had broken blood vessels, but it turns out that they are just super dry. I never get dry eyes. I really need to call the eye doctor man. I want new frames.
I have no idea what I'm doing about the ticket to England in September. Apparently, the travel agency that works with the program was supposed to contact all of us, but they haven't yet and I'm getting worried.
I got "1984" and "The Sound and the Fury" at the library today. I attempted to pick up a Coulter book, but when I got to the section and touched it, I couldn't bring myself to do it. This is going to be a lot harder than I thought. Especially with her new babblings about how the widows of 9/11 are enjoying their husbands deaths and making it more political than it should be. God, what a slut-cunt.
All I want to do is sleep, but if I sleep now I won't sleep tonight. I probably won't sleep tonight anyway, because even though it's a minor surgery, I'll still be worried. Not to mention that I have a huge major not even kidding fear of hospitals. Last time I saw my dad in the hospital I nearly threw up and then burst into a fit of tears when I was by myself. And it's not even just seeing my dad in a hospital, it's the hospital itself. As soon as I walk into one, my knees get all weak and my heart starts beating faster and faster. Even when I went to go see my little cousin when he was first born, I could barely do it. And that's in the maternity ward, where not very many upsetting things can happen. I don't know when this irrational fear started, but it's been around for a while.
Ok, time to read even though my mother says I shouldn't because of my eyes. She also told me not to be on the computer or watch TV. So...uh...Ma? What the hell am I supposed to do? It's like she's telling me to sleep. Weird.
peace.