Happy birthday, Miracleman!
In other news, I no longer hate the USPS. I called this morning; it turns out my regular mail carrier was on vacation, but he's back today so I'm hoping to have my presents when I get home from work.
Next, I tackle the Secretary of State. But I'm not going over there until I finish my coffee.
I'm officially having a Monday. Feh.
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Heh. I mean, that's not me at all....
I'm having a Monday, but I'm trying to channel my rage into Getting Shit Done.
Feh on Mondays. My coworkers (all two of 'em) have gone to a meeting in Newfoundland and won't be back until Monday. The part-timer is in tomorrow morning, but other than that I'm all alone in the building. It's less fun than you might think.
Happy Birthday to MiracleMan!
Happy Birthday MiracleMan!!
Oh, and I promised mom to get a physical. Fuck. I think I fear doctors more than dentists, and have lucked out when truly ill by getting friend's MD relatives to treat me as needed.
I have been going to my primary care dr. (Dr. Fay right on Falls by Union Ave.) for years now and really like her and the other doctor in her practice. She's totally down-to-earth and no-nonsense and the office staff is pleasant and organized and it's always easy to get an appointment.
Jesse, yikes!