this frances shit is a serious waste of my time. and it's fucking with my apartment search. it's not bad enough here to really worry, but it's just bad enough so that you can't go out and get anything done. irritation.

well, the date is set. we will be out of here by the end of the month. the search for the most kick-ass apartment in st. pete is on. i have told my work, and hopefully there will be a position available in largo so i can transfer my job. it will probably suck, but it will at least get me by until i can find something better.

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Take the quiz: "WHAT RELIGION BESTS SUITS YOU?"

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whoa. fucked up shit happening this week in the nursing homes that are our customers: first, an old man walks into his wife's room at the nursing home and commits a murder/suicide - one of our consultant pharmacists was there to hear the gunshots. we heard about it probably before the police arrived. second, a nurse was found dead in the ( Read more... )

Yeah, so the mandolin thing's coming along okay. I surprised my dad a couple of weeks ago by playing him the song I was learning. I'm currently working on Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring, which is not as hard as I thought it would be ( Read more... )

Days 4 and 5: Much more practicing. I think my fingers are definitely toughening up. I can play for much longer now before the pain stops me. I think I overdid it today, though. I've committed the piece I'm working on to memory, and I got so excited when I actually managed to play it all the way through without stopping. I've been playing it ( Read more... )

Day 3: More practicing. My fingers are fucking raw. Ouch.