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Nan and Mallory are asleep in the next room, mom's at work, cat's outside, dogs sleeping on the couch and here I am at the computer again. I hate medication. I have the hardest time swallowing the shit and then it makes me all crazy and moody. It's just for a stupid infection but i'm getting all the stupid side effects. I'm being offered a full time position at Lakeview and I'm taking it. Benefits, bitch. I don't want to do that thing that i do though. Get totally accustomed to doing one thing and thinking there's nothing else i could or should do but that. If things had been different, if I had gone to a four year right away, I think i'd be a doctor. I mean i love knowing stupid little details, I love working with people who need me and I look great in scrubs. Really, I think there's no question here I would've been a doc. Fuckin apostrophe key. It's jammed, so i sit here like an asshole jamming it until something pops on the screen. I wouldn't want to kill someone though, or even have that responsibility. That's lazy Megan speaking though. Ambitious Megan is all about doing everything. I am two people who are dying to meet one another. I still haven't cleaned out my fish's bowl. He really really hates me. For good reason though. I just wanted a companion. This is how i know i won't make a good wife or mother. I overlook and put off things until its gross. Or something along those lines. One pill by mouth twice daily. They couldve simply said Take two a day. But I suppose there are those weirdos who stick meds where they don't belong. Up the hindparts and what not. There was a thousand legger on my bed this morning. It just kept crawling and crawling and crawling and then i shook my blanket. Come to think of it that was dumb. Where the hell is that thing and will it try to eat me in my sleep tonight? Hmm. I bought "healthy" food at the grocery store yesterday. I spent sixty dollars. I bought cashews and rice cakes. My favorite not spanish but discovered i liked it in spain treat. My mom got mad because i wrote my name on the things i bought. I don't think it's wrong to not want my family to eat the sixty dollars of "healthy" groceries I bought. I get too many fat jokes from them so now that i'm trying to be unfat I want the horrible tasting crap i do buy to be restricted to my stomach. If my fish is dead in the morning i'll be sad but not suprised. His bowl is right where i can see it. A tattoo in braille? Anybody else think thats original and kinda cool? The boy from up the street thinks we should get tats while we're in canada. I don't think i will. When i do get my tattoo i want to make sure its perfect seeing as ill have it for however long i live. Thus it probably won't happen in canada. I swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen.