I'm not so much disappoint by this, giving all of the dog issues. And I do have a lot of things to concentrate and work on (field work! I'll actually gonna do some field work!) that will advanced me this way or another. But this could have been the place to meet people, and now I do regret taking the time and fill the bloody pointless badly phrased application form of theirs. Future employers require far less information than what I gave to them.
Another thing to work on? Getting enough rest. That's hardly the present state.
I just got back from three hours in the emergency room, after slicing of the end of my finger in a major way. I am not happy. At least this time I made myself ask someone for help. I'm going to be typing one-handed for some time.
Oh no Ginger!! You poor thing!!!
{{{Ginger}}} Do we need to send someone there to accident proof your home?
Ginger! Be more careful of your physical person!
I am upset to know you are hurting.
Ginger! Yikes! Watch out for yourself!
Ginger, don't DO that!
P.S. speedy healing to you.
Yikes, Ginger! Heal. I'm glad you asked for help!
Apparently one of the standard questions they ask in the emergency room is "Do you feel safe at home?" I had to laugh. This just happens to come at a time when it reinforces a bad case of "I have royally fucked up my life."
