3.30.2005
back to work
dang. so work is total suck. technically, some things got "done" while i was gone, but unfortunately they got done totally wrong. the new girl did nothing, which is exactly according to her instructions from me--i'm glad for that. no no, just the one boss managed to screw up three or four different things, and this morning i got a few "oopsies" from him. "oopsies." right. dude, you've got to be kidding me.
anyway, my mouth seems to be healing, though i may have gotten the dreaded dry socket...it's hard to tell, really, cuz it hurts but not like, ungodly hurty pain as many say the dry sockets bring. but i'm smoking. damn smoker, i am. they just smelled so very good all day monday when i couldn't have one, that once tuesday morning came i jumped at the chance to light one up. i prolly ought to cut it out, at least until the dull throbbing stops.
it's a really nice day, and i left work at 2, citing a headache and general tiredness due to the drugs and lack of sleep... everyone else is out golfing, so it's not as if they can really say shit. i'm about to change out of my young professional costume and into my homebody gardener uniform so that when z gets home we'll be able to maximize the sunshine and plant all of these lily bulbs. pretty pretty, i hope they actually bloom.
i still can't eat shit. well, not that i want to literally eat "shit," but i'd like to have an option to eat more than runny fluid-esque foodstuffs. like, a cheeseburger from maggotdonalds would totally rock my world right now. to the max. but i will settle for whatever's mushy, i suppose. at least for another day or so and then i'm gonna get crazy on some ground soy beef and little onions. mmmmmm, little onions.
wish i had more to talk about. perhaps in the future. perhaps.
oh, and thanks to everyone who called, wrote, commented, etc. for the berfday thang. thanks to t-bone for the KICKASS belt buckle, thanks to reebs for the card featuring a kitten that you shouldn't eat, thanks to rjx for the good smelly things, thanks to z for the thought, cuz that's what counts, and most of all, thanks be to cod for all of the fantabulous blessings bestowed upon the land. if i left anyone out, i'm sorry, twas not intentional. i'm swedish, that's my excuse.
the plan is to party-it-up this weekend, in belated birthday fashion. i'm looking forward to that, skeleton style.
anyway, my mouth seems to be healing, though i may have gotten the dreaded dry socket...it's hard to tell, really, cuz it hurts but not like, ungodly hurty pain as many say the dry sockets bring. but i'm smoking. damn smoker, i am. they just smelled so very good all day monday when i couldn't have one, that once tuesday morning came i jumped at the chance to light one up. i prolly ought to cut it out, at least until the dull throbbing stops.
it's a really nice day, and i left work at 2, citing a headache and general tiredness due to the drugs and lack of sleep... everyone else is out golfing, so it's not as if they can really say shit. i'm about to change out of my young professional costume and into my homebody gardener uniform so that when z gets home we'll be able to maximize the sunshine and plant all of these lily bulbs. pretty pretty, i hope they actually bloom.
i still can't eat shit. well, not that i want to literally eat "shit," but i'd like to have an option to eat more than runny fluid-esque foodstuffs. like, a cheeseburger from maggotdonalds would totally rock my world right now. to the max. but i will settle for whatever's mushy, i suppose. at least for another day or so and then i'm gonna get crazy on some ground soy beef and little onions. mmmmmm, little onions.
wish i had more to talk about. perhaps in the future. perhaps.
oh, and thanks to everyone who called, wrote, commented, etc. for the berfday thang. thanks to t-bone for the KICKASS belt buckle, thanks to reebs for the card featuring a kitten that you shouldn't eat, thanks to rjx for the good smelly things, thanks to z for the thought, cuz that's what counts, and most of all, thanks be to cod for all of the fantabulous blessings bestowed upon the land. if i left anyone out, i'm sorry, twas not intentional. i'm swedish, that's my excuse.
the plan is to party-it-up this weekend, in belated birthday fashion. i'm looking forward to that, skeleton style.
# posted by Nancy Cunningham @ 3:10 PM 
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