You got Male

Got into work tonight, and even with my cup of expresso, I was ruling as Miss Crabby Pants of something fierce. Boy did I wake up on the wrong side of the coffin, and the cafeteria must of served stupidity sandwiches,with a side of dumb cause there were some co-workers who had a sever case of dumbass.

Frankly I was prepared to do the slap shit routine. Slap them around so all the shit they are filled with comes flying out like pixi-dust on a tilt-a-awhirl.

A few horrible, mean thoughts, 3 smoke breaks, a box of girl scouts with a side of a 1/2 of jar of peanut butter and hey, I was doing allright. Hid the knives so I wouldn't accidently kill anyone. Then the mail came.

Someone sent me, through our inter-clinic mail, a little stuffed Get well Flower. Its really tacky and cute. Of course this wasn't the only mail call today... (A. sent me a mix cd!)....

Then one of my patients told me that I was the best nurse ever....

...and I couldn't help smile... looking at the clock it was 4:13.

Wrong Date And Time

Modern Technology. Not my thing. At. All.

My cell phone is unable to text, take photos (there is no camera), basically obsolete. The television, land-line, ect is still the same. There is no I-pod or blackberry.

Just my pocket calander, that doesn't have enough space on the days to record much of anything, overstuffed with bills, stamps, notes to myself. Random. Pure and simple.

I missed Sacha Sacket's performance in Wartburg, Ia. Mother Fuck.

Won't be necessary to drive down there on Monday, now is it? Solves the problem if I really wanted to make the trek down there or not, and deal with Rob's stares (or maybe that was just me..). Swear the date was changed, as I had the 26th, marked for months.

Two tears in a bucket, mother-fuck-it!