Brought to you by a random bought of insomnia.
There’s a million bad things in the world right now, and always. I don’t want to hear about it unless you’re telling be me about how I can help. Proactive or don’t bend my ear.
To be fair he clarified by adding, “where they don’t belong.” He’s my favorite X infinity.
When Michael and I are just hanging out in the morning I quiz him on state capitals at his request. State capital moment.
Scared right now.
Michael is having a very minor surgery on his thumb joint as I type this. He’s the undisputed king of silly bone breaks, including one in his hand he got from running backwards up a hill, a toe after he stubbed it too hard and an elbow after slipping on ice. His procedure was scheduled to start at 1:40, but they came in for him ten minutes late (at 1:10), so that means it should have started at 1:50, right? Does that seem like strong logic to you guys? Because I’m panicking a little bit.
I know this is totally irrational, but I’ thinking about it, and he should have entered the OR around 2:00, but now it’s 3:10 and the patient tracking board shows him still in Pre-Op. So at this point he’s been in the pre-op stage for two hours instead of 40 minutes.
I’m freaking out. I have to go politely harass the front desk.
*Update: Everything went fine! I’m grateful to report the above is just another example of me unnecessarily having a minor meltdown! Yay!!*
It’s weird how people think they can lord their values over you, even when you don’t share them. Because you’re like, “why would I care?”
I just agreed to work in another lab, which means for the next year I’ll be doing 20 hours a week as an RA, writing an Honors Thesis, and doing 15 hours a week in a different lab. When I told Michael this it felt like when Jordan from The Challenge (don’t have time to write it out, you can look it up if interested) decided to flip over all the cards and forced himself into the final death match round. I couldn’t find a gif of this (bad on me) but here’s a picture so you have an idea what the next 10 months will look like in my life.
|—||My entire synopsis of the applicant. Because come on lady, there is no way in hell you need two pages to elaborate on your achievements when I go without shaving my legs for longer than you’ve had your BA. Fucking get real.|
Dad took this picture of the car he drove as a teenager (different paint job, his was more guttural). It’s raw power with a windshield.