I'm Just No Good Baby
I'm no good with time. I always think that it's earlier than it really is.
This morning I woke up and I thought I had lots of time and really I only had about 15 minutes and so I was late and sporting sloppy wet hair all over the place. I don't know what happens. I must space out for 20 minutes and then snap out of it with absolutely no memory of what I was doing (which was nothing) whatsoever. This happens a lot. One time I left for work fifteen minutes late because I thought that I still had fifteen minutes to go and that I was actually leaving early. Anyway, I think this all stems from me not being a left-brained person.
Here's a funny story:
- Leslie was sleeping at 11:00 PM last night.
I haven't seen her all day either. She's missing and probably at school. I want to go out to eat, really badly, to Denny's. I feel like I need something to cheer me up, what with Leslie going to bed early and me doing everything wrong today, and Denny's would be just the thing . . . that or maybe some Advarin.
Also I had to get my blood drawn early this morning and that just threw everything off.
This morning I woke up and I thought I had lots of time and really I only had about 15 minutes and so I was late and sporting sloppy wet hair all over the place. I don't know what happens. I must space out for 20 minutes and then snap out of it with absolutely no memory of what I was doing (which was nothing) whatsoever. This happens a lot. One time I left for work fifteen minutes late because I thought that I still had fifteen minutes to go and that I was actually leaving early. Anyway, I think this all stems from me not being a left-brained person.
Here's a funny story:
- Leslie was sleeping at 11:00 PM last night.
I haven't seen her all day either. She's missing and probably at school. I want to go out to eat, really badly, to Denny's. I feel like I need something to cheer me up, what with Leslie going to bed early and me doing everything wrong today, and Denny's would be just the thing . . . that or maybe some Advarin.
Also I had to get my blood drawn early this morning and that just threw everything off.
posted by Booder at 2:48 PM
7 Comments:
because the surgeon doesn't think my leg is healing well or something and so he was like, "did we have blood work done?" and the nurse shook her head and he said (to me) "well, we'll send you down and get some blood work." then he told me i wasn't eating enough protein.
you are a helpless irresponsible wreck of a child booder
she didn't like her calves
no . . . it wasn't on my calves it was on my hip and i am not a helpless wreck of a child!! although i may be a tad irresponsible.
okay, i had to get a mole removed because the doctor was like, "it looks a little iffy (you know, if they're not symmetrical and whatnot) to me." and the whole thing was so stupid and it turned out to be a huge mess because now i have this hole in my leg where some skin ought to be, and they're like "you'll have a big scar" but who cares? anyway, that's why.
aren't you supposed to update this more now that you're back in school? quit worrying about your fat calves and start taking care of your blog.
traever, some of us are busy having mental freak-outs because we have to work all the time and can never get our school work done.
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