I went to the doctor's yesterday. My appointment was at 8 a.m. That's middle of the night for me. I was half asleep when she came in. She was like that young blonde doctor from the MTV skits. Totally chipper and cheerful and bouncy.
She loved my SG shirt.
"In the GI community, normal can be twice a day to the extreme of one every three days." This makes me giggle.
She prescribed meds for my girl problem and then recommended a blood test to see if my thyroid is going away or maybe going too fast all because I feel like my throat has this weird dry patch. I hate having my blood drawn. The woman who did it totally stabbed me then dug around. No finesse.
The rest of day wasn't so bad. I ran a few errands then headed into work. Our deadline is 11:30 p.m. We finished at 9:15 p.m. The new girl and I kick so much ass. We even edited and laid out all of the stuff for today's issue. I'm waiting to go in because we need the stuff written today before we can finish up.
But work wasn't without some stress. Two of the reporters noticed a wasp was in the office (it's an open floor plan). The city editor decided it'd be a good idea to try killing it with a poster tube. He chased it all over the office while my boss was trying to roll out of the way in his chair. Eventually it settled into the set of lights over the new girl's desk. I ran over to my boss' desk and hid there while the city editor still chased it. Eventually it went into the lights above my boss' desk. I hope it died in there and doesn't have a nest somewhere.
Then I had the brilliant idea of going to the grocery store after work. It was a good idea I just made one fatal error. After getting back to my apartment I realized I'd lost my garage remote. I searched the car for like 10 minutes then headed back to the store to see if maybe it fell out. It wasn't any where so I thoroughly searched the car again. Then I realized I'd put it in my pocket. God damnit I'm going senile!
I had a very traumatizing dream this morning. Primary gave me the cutest kitten. She was brown and black stripes. I named her Aubry. But I couldn't keep her because my roommate was allergic. I cried and cried as I gave her back to the shelter.
Primary is on his way to me. We are going to a party tonight. I made cookies. I am not bringing the little bro.
She loved my SG shirt.
"In the GI community, normal can be twice a day to the extreme of one every three days." This makes me giggle.
She prescribed meds for my girl problem and then recommended a blood test to see if my thyroid is going away or maybe going too fast all because I feel like my throat has this weird dry patch. I hate having my blood drawn. The woman who did it totally stabbed me then dug around. No finesse.
The rest of day wasn't so bad. I ran a few errands then headed into work. Our deadline is 11:30 p.m. We finished at 9:15 p.m. The new girl and I kick so much ass. We even edited and laid out all of the stuff for today's issue. I'm waiting to go in because we need the stuff written today before we can finish up.
But work wasn't without some stress. Two of the reporters noticed a wasp was in the office (it's an open floor plan). The city editor decided it'd be a good idea to try killing it with a poster tube. He chased it all over the office while my boss was trying to roll out of the way in his chair. Eventually it settled into the set of lights over the new girl's desk. I ran over to my boss' desk and hid there while the city editor still chased it. Eventually it went into the lights above my boss' desk. I hope it died in there and doesn't have a nest somewhere.
Then I had the brilliant idea of going to the grocery store after work. It was a good idea I just made one fatal error. After getting back to my apartment I realized I'd lost my garage remote. I searched the car for like 10 minutes then headed back to the store to see if maybe it fell out. It wasn't any where so I thoroughly searched the car again. Then I realized I'd put it in my pocket. God damnit I'm going senile!
I had a very traumatizing dream this morning. Primary gave me the cutest kitten. She was brown and black stripes. I named her Aubry. But I couldn't keep her because my roommate was allergic. I cried and cried as I gave her back to the shelter.
Primary is on his way to me. We are going to a party tonight. I made cookies. I am not bringing the little bro.
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Fuck knows how he feels now he's been forced to move and lose his friends. They're fucking evil.
But just to clarify we didn't ask for him to be moved, they asked us to move our daughter and we told them to fuck off..so they moved him!