Eeek! Blame the pain! Blame the PAIN!

Sorry for the non-PC usage!

You better keep that promise to get a new one, Nicole, and to get into the doctor tomorrow, or you're going to have a lot of Buffistas shaking their fingers sternly at you.

I'm at the point now that if I could find an urgent care clinic that didn't close at 4pm today, I'd actually go. So - no worries about me not heading to see the doc first thing tomorrow morning. I'm getting ready to email my supervisor right now and then maybe try to pass out for a bit. If I can. I kinda think the urge to pee might hurt my plans for blissful and painless sleep.

Hey, you didn't know. No worries.

So sorry about the pain. I hope you get through the night with minimal amounts of it, sweetie.

What about an emergency ward? I just realized I have no memory of where you live, but really, I think a kidney infection qualifies.

Nicole, any chance its just your bladder and the hurty back is something else? Symptoms DO love to confuse one when one feels shitty and forgets that one installed an airconditioner and could have pulled something.

I HAVE A THERMOMETER!

(now ask me if I know where it is)

Nicole, maybe get the thermometer NOW? I know I'm spoiled in NYC, but I'd think that errand would really be worth running since if you don't have a fever its a very different game than if you do.

JenP - eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek like we don't get enough of THAT.

if you're old enough to live on your own, you should have a thermometer. (That goes for all of you reading this.)

WoooHooo! I win! Or something. (I probably should mention that the only reason I have a thermometer is that the last time I was in the hospital, they sent it home with me. Emily and I kept meaning to buy one, but…um…just always forgot when we were at CVS.)

Nicole, I’m gonna go against the grain and say you should be ok till morning. But, definitely be seen then.

It appears that the piece of glass has moved its way out of my boob…just in case you were all wondering. It’s no longer red, and it’s not irritated, so I think we’re all good.

Em’s party was fun. Now I’m exhausted. I think I’ll sleep.

Trudes, do you know where it is?

In other news, I'm such a hypocrite. I will argue that twenty-four is too old to be treated like a child, but I will also argue that twenty-four is too young to be vaulted into adulthood without any sort of transition. Stop offering me helpful advice on car insurance while I'm trying to watch The 4400 ! Stop explaining to me why I should be investing in a Roth IRA while I'm trying to watch Prison Break ! I haven't thought about cars! I am scared of investments! If I want advice on scary adult things, I will FUCKING ASK YOU!

Or I'll ask the Buffistas, because I like them more.

(Also, stop telling me you expect me to be making $100,000 a year within five years, because I have the potential, and if I am not, you will be disappointed in me, because I love a challenge. And by challenge I mean disappointing my family is a hobby of mine.)

Yay for fun parties and no more boob glass.

Thanks for the empathy, Trudes. It is to laugh, really, the number of those damn things that I've racked up over the past several months.

PC you already made on of the key decisions you needed a while back when you changed your degree and career path. Do what makes you happy. Find a career that brings you joy. The money that is needed will come. It may or may not be a huge paycheck. If that is how your family wants to measure succes then I am truly sorry for them. A huge paycheck is in almost no way a measure of real success.

JenP, some people have a kink for those. You should see if you could develop one, it would make your life much more pleasant.

Ha! I don't think I'll be developing that kink, but I am very nonchalant about it now. I'm all, "Yeah, whatever. Bring it on."