Today is suppose to be wordless. But I wasn't sure what to take a picture of. I mean, do you really want a picture of
My ass? Sure, it's nice and plump, but it's got two bruises on it from the shots because I am getting sick again, for the second time in three weeks. The time before that being the beginning of June.
My car? The one that dies every two to three weeks? Until it works longer than that, she's not getting all that attention of being posted on my blog.
My belly? How I look pregnant but I'm not? No, seriously. As infertility sick as I am, I took a side view pic of me last night. I guess if I never get a biological child, I just have to look at A to see what they would look like and look down to see what I would look like about two to three months pregnant.. That would be a good pic -- if there was something other than lard in there.
My house? And the thought of how much I have to pack in just a few weeks. Now THAT would be interesting. Maybe Sunday for Show & Tell.. maybe.
My phone? The one that being on the hook all day, only works for an hour at night. When your SO is hundreds of miles away, this sucks. But, you don't want to buy a new one because your leaving in less than four weeks.
My patient? The one that works at the hospital, who after checking her high BP last night, decided to go to work today, so she could walk in this afternoon, as I am leaving, knowing legally we can't turn her away. F.U.C.K.Y.O.U.B.I.T.C.H! I really can't stand walk ins, much less at the end of the day. Please just fucking call, you'll be able to get in. Maybe it is time for me to stay at home for a bit.
My computer? The one that shuts down after five minutes, even thought I just spent a chunk of money on inventory for eB.ay and really need to make a dent in the hundreds of clothes in the pile.
Well, you get the point. I'm tired. My life is crazy. I miss NYEBoy. I'm ready to move. I need a coke (cola) and a bag of sunflower seeds. I need A. I need money. I need sleep. I need this three day weekend.