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So of the past 4 days I've been scheduled to work, I've worked .5 days. I've been to the ER, where their incompetence left me bruised and bloody. And I got stabbed in the back of my throat with a Q-tip. Go fucking figure. Thursday I was diagnosed with Pharingitis, which is a fancy way of saying I have a sore throat.Oddly enough, I did not go into because I had a sore throat, but because my inner ears were on fire. They tested me for mono and strep. The doctor wrote me off for Thurs/Fri. Saturday I had a massive mental breakdown and a migraine, so off again. Sunday I toughed it out and went to work, only to be sent home cause I
"sound like death" (Elliot's words, not mine). Apparently my sore throat turned into a sinus infection/cold/gasping for air/my brains dribbling out my nose. I've been sustaining myself off of toast for the past 3 meals. It's still oddly satisfying.

My cookie cutters came today, but to be honest, I'm really too lazy to even open the box and see what I ordered. I need to get working on cookies, cause I've already got an order. but it's special, and I haven't worked out the pricing yet.


We've decided to build a house. Wish us luck in that. It may take us longer than forever. But the goal is to be into it by Christmas. So there. We have a goal.

I dyed my hair. He's some pretty pictures of my new hair and snot face.