Finally got through to the doctors office. Man, they open late. Appointment for Monday. My head feels like a balloon. Oh, and Mum's visiting. Which would be "yay!" except I want to tell her to pick another weekend, but she's already promised an empty house for my brother to party in.
Fred ,'A Hole in the World'
Natter 64: Yes, we still need you
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but she's already promised an empty house for my brother to party in.
Wow, quite an accommodating mom!
Despite a good night's sleep, I am completely falling asleep at my desk. Two cups of heavy caffiene tea have already been consumed, but i'm still struggling to not nap. Grrrrrrr.
Ugh. This is the truth of urgent care too. I often go in at 2 or 3 when I feel like I have to go and the doctor always asks me, "What made you come in at this hour?"
I had to take a friend to urgent care yesterday. We drove out to the 'burbs, which was a better idea than the ER a few minutes away because we were out of there in the time it took me to read a magazine. And she took me to Outback as a thank you! (I LOVE their cheese fries, and they come in small now, so I don't feel quite so bad eating them. Okay, I never felt bad, but now I can feel virtuous for choosing the small) Aaaaanyway, it was practically deserted at 6:30, maybe 4 patients.
Ooh, now I want to go to Outback. Maybe this weekend....
Dad's going to Stellophane this weekend, and lil bro just had his 26th birthday, and mum is usually in bed by nine. I don't know if he's actually planning anything, but I hate to take that personal space away from him.
But I'd hate to be a poorly host. On the other hand, Mum will be here making me soup. On the other hand, I have to clean.
I forgot to put on make-up this morning. ugh.
Problem solved. Mum called, dog is having health problems. She can't leave her alone, and lil' bro is crazy busy.
Tom Scola has ruined my morning! A world in which writing as horrible as that (sadly, I can see her typing out "diminutive and deferential, with a forehead of life-long suffering," reading it back aloud, and then patting herself on the back; Ohhhh, but I'm GOOD!) gets not only published but optioned is not a world in which I wish to live.
On the other hand, maybe crap like that will finally get me motivated to finish my own damn stuff. God knows I couldn't possibly write any worse than that, even if I tried.
Amy Sohn's Prospect Park West, got optioned by Sarah Jessica Parker's production company.
Of course it did. Bah. Fucking bah.