Aimee, you're doing the right thing with the right intentions. I promise she'll understand. Well, no I don't, because I don't know her, but any reasonable friend would.
Anyone remember those creepy miniseries? Like the one about the eighth daughter of an eighth daughter, which I think involved gypsies, or the one where there was some mystery about Stonehenge (I think) and everyone in town said "Happy day" instead of, like, "Good day" or something?
Those were the Third Eye series! The seventh daughter of the seventh daughter was The Haunting of Cassie Palmer or somesuch, and the other was something like The Children of the Stones. Which was horrible in just about every production standard, but the music and the general weirdness was terribly creepy.
I have nothing to say on either tampon disposal or camping.
Also, I'm frustrated. I can't find my boss. The conference room is in use right now, so I can't get the paper/envelopes to do the one thing I need to do, so I don't have anything to do. And when I'm like this, I need something to do to distract me.
I'm sorry you're not up to working, vw. I am a little worried about you juggling *2* jobs and school... I'm not scolding you though... but I'm thinking of you! if I could get away, I'd bring you ice coffee!
Man, do I want to hit Toscaninni and/or 1369.
Oh, you're sweet, Nora.
I was talking with my therapist yesterday about how difficult this transition is right now. And, taking on the weekend job didn't help anything. I don't have a day off till a week from Friday. But, I need the money, so... I can make it. It's only temporary. It's just today is really difficult for some reason.
Do you want to read over my personal statement, vw? It's for an organization that helps elect pro-choice women to office. Not fully typed up and just a second draft, but possibly distracting.
I'm sorry today is tough, vw. Working so much is bound to take a toll. You can get through today. 200 more minutes, that's not so much.
And, taking on the weekend job didn't help anything. I don't have a day off till a week from Friday. But, I need the money, so... I can make it. It's only temporary.
I know this all too well. You'll get through it, but it will likely suck. (just from personal experience) The "temporary" part is important.
I only ever went camping as a little kid. I loved it then, but I suspect I'd be less inclined to enjoy it quite as much today. I like the campfire, the eating outside and the hiking, pooping in the woods, NSM. My mind won't even touch the feminine hygiene product issue.
Note to self: PUT THE BOY IN SHOES WHEN OUTSIDE. He tripped and stubbed his wee big toe on the patio this morning. He didn't even make a peep. I only noticed the blood about 5 minutes later. Had to wash it out in the sink, pour on some peroxide and find a suitable bandage that he won't rip off.
Ok...I have something to do...this is a little better.
Heather, I'd be happy to take a look at it. Send it to my profile addy.
