But I had a nice evening watching movies with K 'n K, and I was told to call back in a few weeks about a potential job around here. Now if only I could figure out why the lab people sent me a bill after the nice people at Penquis swore they weren't going to send me a bill...

To absent friends.

Sara, wherever you are, I hope you're having an awesome day. I miss you.

Happy birthday to my little sister, Jeanne! A quarter of a century already, hon. Good on you for not dying yet.

It sucks to have asthma. I've learned this from the outside for many years now, and this just further cements the point for me.

Every year I forget Talk Like a Pirate day. So this year I actually remembered...

that I was horrible at the whole talking like a pirate thing. Yar, mateys. Where's the rum?

Dear uterus,

fuck you too

no love,
me.

Perhaps it's time to unpack it and see what I want to keep and what I want to get rid of.

PS: As happy as I am that my body has decided to work again, I wish that didn't involved my uterus attempting to dig its way out with a rusty spoon or something Ow.

Okay, so I haven't had a period in over a year, but I woke up with some wicked bad cramps today, and now I'm pretty sure it's started. That's a bit of a relief.

Joy, joy.

Why do I do this to myself all the time?