look mom. no hands.
Today has been a rollercoaster.
I didn’t want to get out of bed for work today, but I had to. Something about responsibilities or whatnot. Work was alright. If there’s one thing that I don’t believe in, it’s animal cruelty. And that dog needs to be put down. I don’t care if her blood work is perfect, she looks like she just crawled out of a concentration camp, she has huge, nasty wounds on her hips from laying still and not moving for long periods of time, due to arthritis or something. She defecates on herself without knowing. It’s time. She’s so sad. You can tell.
School was alright. Teachers seemed a bit out of wack. Motley was going off on strange, unconnected tangents. Direct quote: “Speaking of catacombs, we heard this mountain lion out by the barn this morning.” …Umm Professor Motley? You make no sense. And then I’m waiting for the class before mine to release so that I can go sit down in my lecture hall for US history, and my professor runs up to me, hands me a dollar and twenty-five cents, says, “Here, buy me a bottled water. I have to go find the quiz for today!” and she ran off.
I went back to work out of the kindness of my heart (because I’m off on Mondays after I get out of school) to help out because I knew that there was a lot going on today and the ‘dumb witch that makes the schedule“‘s level of stupidity amazes me. Jessica invited me to go to her house. I accepted. We finished up quickly, left promptly at five thirty, and picked up Laney, a bucket of chicken and some sides (yes, of course corn was one), and then went to the Sturlic residence. Had fun, saw the Laney stories first hand. I now know that they aren’t made up.
Then I came back home, didn’t do the yard cause it was too dark. Yay for good timing. Sorry Mom.
Then come to find, I got a red light camera ticket. Turning right on the red light. I have watched the video online multiple times, it makes me smile. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because I do it all the time. Or maybe it’s because it’s just weird seeing myself do it. Oh well, seventy-five dollars. Ugh.
I just took a swig of NyQuil. Who actually measures it out anymore? Drinking it straight out of the bottle makes you feel like a badass. Drinking Pepto out of the bottle is even more badass. Cause it’s pink.
Tracy Fisher passed away today. I didn’t know her personally, but I have spoken with her multiple times. She was a nice, bubbly girl. I wish I would have gotten to know her better. Rest in peace and may you be guided into the loving arms of God.
Well I’m gonna go to bed soon so that I can awaken early and mow the yard since I didn’t this evening. But I have to be done no later than eight-thirty so that I can shower and get to class on time. Maybe I should do laundry… Hmmmmm. Nahhhhh. No one will know that my scrubs are dirty.(Susan, if you read this, it’s our little secret.)
Goodnight kids. Say your prayers. I’ll leave the nightlight on for you.
ew. wash your ass! you know better.
