Poisoned Purple Pen

Yeah

I finally went to the doctor. My hand hurt so bad yesterday, I just couldn't take it anymore. Not being able to take pain meds, that's just another strike against this healing on its own. So I didn't get a diagnosis exactly, but I do have instructions, and I don't want to comply. Seriously, wrapping my hand is messing up my ability to type. And I spend all my time on a pc, home, work, there is no escape. So this just blows. One week like this. And she tells me, take Aleve......ummm, helllooo? Allergic. Can't take anything stronger than Tylonal, not that that crap works on me. So the hand is wrapped, and typing is now a pain in the ass. What will keep T from the pc...A Wrapped Hand.

Work is busy, good for us, can't complain. Tomorrow is a big day. Danny gets his braces put on. He's not looking foward to it. Just when we pay off Zak's ortho bill, we start anew. Oh happy, happy, joy, joy.

It is so windy today. Started last night, but this morning you can hear it howling. Bet we lose a lot of the branches off the monster trees in the back yard. Can you say...Clean Up. Blah.

Have class this morning, need to jet and put my face on. Since my hair will probably look like I stuck my finger in a light socket, the least I can do is make my face pretty. I feel pretty. Oh so pretty. I feel pretty, and witty and bright. And I pity, any girl who isn't me tonight. Dang it. Now I'm going to have to watch West Side Story again. I'm such a sucker for romance of any kind.




Quote of the Day

He who loses money, loses much;
He who loses a friend, loses more;
He who loses faith, loses all.