You can wash my plate and put it back in the cupboard.
On the back on the ham package that I bought it gives directions on how to make a sandwich. and not even a special or spectacular sandwich, just a regular old ham and cheese betwixt 2 pieces of bread samich. The kind of samich we Americans have been making for centuries. I guess I shouldn't say it's not spectacular though, every sandwich is entirely spectacular. I am a big fan. I thought of something witty to say but as quickly as it fluttered in my head there it went... out the secret trap door. damn. Another sweet laughing experience goes unexplored.
I'm bout to be in Bermuda. Yes, that's right. Hanna fucked up my Bahamas trip, that bitch. And we thought we were in the clear with Guston out of the way. Sneaky little bitch, just hiding behind her man, waiting to pounce upon and tackle my innocent, childlike hopes and dreams of swimming with the dolphins. Well fuck that. Fine Hanna - I won't go there. But you're not invited to my birthday party. Or Job's for that matter. ugh. And I can't even book excursions because they are not AVAILABLE YET. Can you believe they changed it within 20 hours of sailing time? FIgures. Well, spur-of-the-moment, ya? Quite Gypsy-like, in fact, to be sporadic and spontaneous. But still! whiiiiiiiiiine.
Oh god - enough of that.
I have to do some laundry before I leave. I am debating between A)bringing my laundry and all of my luggage to mom's now and staying there til we leave or B) going there to launder and then coming back to pick up my things. I think option A is much more convenient, but it requires so much NOW effort. I prefer BEFORE and LATER effort. And won't my neighbors hate me for being so loud during the wee hours of the morn?
I really do believe my neighbors hate me. I see them only in passing. They are friendly, but I know as soon as that door shuts they mumble secret threat plans under their breath. I always feel I should write them apology notes.
I think my sad might be going away now finally. Speaking of going away finally! My tonsils gave me quite the scare. So big, huge and nasty, hurty and inflamed they were the past few days. White patches and a low-grade temp appeared! My doctor couldn't see me on short notice! "But my cruise!" I gasped. Thank God for doctor friends. I am antibiotisized now and smaller they are. Still huge, but smaller. Food has once again become swallowable. I can't wait til these little bastards are gone.
How nice to be gone from work for a while. I know I will miss it! I can't wait.
I have bad dreams about bolusing pit and dropping babies. Code Whites and - worse - Code C's! damn. I remember having bad Friendly's dreams where there would be too many mad customers and I wouldn't be able to scoop shit. I'd rather have that stress, man.
wow. I am whining a lot.
My back hurts.
There I go again. I'm stopping now before I continue to be Debbie Downer.
I'm bout to be in Bermuda. Yes, that's right. Hanna fucked up my Bahamas trip, that bitch. And we thought we were in the clear with Guston out of the way. Sneaky little bitch, just hiding behind her man, waiting to pounce upon and tackle my innocent, childlike hopes and dreams of swimming with the dolphins. Well fuck that. Fine Hanna - I won't go there. But you're not invited to my birthday party. Or Job's for that matter. ugh. And I can't even book excursions because they are not AVAILABLE YET. Can you believe they changed it within 20 hours of sailing time? FIgures. Well, spur-of-the-moment, ya? Quite Gypsy-like, in fact, to be sporadic and spontaneous. But still! whiiiiiiiiiine.
Oh god - enough of that.
I have to do some laundry before I leave. I am debating between A)bringing my laundry and all of my luggage to mom's now and staying there til we leave or B) going there to launder and then coming back to pick up my things. I think option A is much more convenient, but it requires so much NOW effort. I prefer BEFORE and LATER effort. And won't my neighbors hate me for being so loud during the wee hours of the morn?
I really do believe my neighbors hate me. I see them only in passing. They are friendly, but I know as soon as that door shuts they mumble secret threat plans under their breath. I always feel I should write them apology notes.
I think my sad might be going away now finally. Speaking of going away finally! My tonsils gave me quite the scare. So big, huge and nasty, hurty and inflamed they were the past few days. White patches and a low-grade temp appeared! My doctor couldn't see me on short notice! "But my cruise!" I gasped. Thank God for doctor friends. I am antibiotisized now and smaller they are. Still huge, but smaller. Food has once again become swallowable. I can't wait til these little bastards are gone.
How nice to be gone from work for a while. I know I will miss it! I can't wait.
I have bad dreams about bolusing pit and dropping babies. Code Whites and - worse - Code C's! damn. I remember having bad Friendly's dreams where there would be too many mad customers and I wouldn't be able to scoop shit. I'd rather have that stress, man.
wow. I am whining a lot.
My back hurts.
There I go again. I'm stopping now before I continue to be Debbie Downer.