I do.  It's killing me.  I wish they would just call me, even if the results were negative.  I need to know.  I cannot wait until Monday.

The shot of steroids he gave me seemed like a temporary relief.  My fingers are sooo stiff today.  I need to fill the prescription he gave me.

I don't want to have to think about this anymore.

Sense of entitlement issues that is.  And I don't fucking understand it.  I work really hard for everything I have.  I make sacrifices everyday to keep money in savings and the mortgage up to date.  I drag my ass to school every night just so I can get an education and better my stance in life ( Read more... )

I watched history in the making last night with a good group of friends ( Read more... )

I must preface this by saying Sadie is just fine.  Nothing broken ( Read more... )

All my joints are fucked up.  My fingers ache typing this.  My shoulders, elbows, wrists, ankles, neck...ugh- they all ache.  Monday they hurt, Tuesday I was fine.  Wednesday I couldn't find any relief, yesterday I was fine until after class.  There was this shooting pain from my elbow to my pinky finger.  And no amount of tylenol or naproxen will ( Read more... )

Or rather fuck Java.  I hate it.  It makes no sense to me.  My professor is getting so frustrated with me that he is no longer willing to actually help me.  Fucker.  It's his damn job.  This time I actually was able to get some of the programs written on my own (like half way, which is a total accomplishment) and then just ask him for a little help ( Read more... )

I'm too moderate.  But...

“I look at these people and can't quite believe that they exist. Are they professional actors? I wonder. Or are they simply laymen who want a lot of attention? To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. " ( Read more... )

But there is nothing I can do about it.  I guess I'm being selfish cunt.  What else it new ( Read more... )

But I won't get into that.  I just am.

I also have bronchitis.  Lovely.

I hate hate hate today.

Fuck this thing.

Which is so lame.  I used to love fall.  I got married in the fall.  I used to love the smell and the crispness in the air.  I dread the turning of the leaves and the smell of fresh baked donuts.  And it's so lame.  It's all because I work myself up over losing Aaron for one weekend.  Does this mean we're co-dependent ( Read more... )