It's my combo remote that I can't find. So I can still do everything, with the individual remotes. It just feels all 20th century and stuff. Ew.
I think I may need to get my brows done this weekend after all. I think I'm going to have to be the most beautiful woman at this wedding who's not the bride. I have a lot of recovering from this past week yet to do, and looking nice will help.
Except it won't help anything at all, because it doesn't mean anything.
Ugh. People tell me I'm strong because I haven't given up. In due modesty--I just don't have the imagination to work out how to give up.
In due modesty--I just don't have the imagination to work out how to give up.
Just lay around and bitch?
But then what?
Just lay around and bitch?
Well, this bit I have wrapped up, even though I do keep practicing it. It's step #3 that escapes me entirely.
ita, I am sorry. I keep hoping they find something.
My sister in the Navy is in town . She is between posting - she has fun when people ask her where she lives - she tells them that she is homeless. So this weekend is family fun. and it will be. not sure what it all entails yet.
Go mug someone?
(not that that's giving up, but its "desperate"
and
you'd get to kick some ass)
Why didn't I give up on ER when I said? This week there's a woman who's walked in with
a splitting headache, who's told she looks comfortable, who says she has a high tolerance for pain, and is given a neuro exam and she's told she has trigger points in her neck and is told to take ibuprofen
and there's no way I can walk away now, is there? And no matter how it turns out, I can't not take it personally.
::sigh::
eta: On the up side, I've found my remote
Yeah, turns out she was
having psych problems and was acting out and later attempts to kill herself.
Yay?
