It feels like I've been in and out of the car the whole day. Everything was too far to walk, but it always felt like I was jumping in and out of the car, going somewhere. So much for feeling better, relaxing, trying to get over this cold.
I went and got my blood taken by this horribly incompetent nurse. I've had my blood taken.. oh, I'd say about 200 times in my life. At 20, there are few veins left without enough scar tissue to stop a tank. I have one, perfectly resilient vein that refuses to give up, and I point it out to every nurse as their only chance. This nurse, not taking too kindly to my words of advice, preceded to poke me in a completely different spot, and had a little trouble acting surprised and concerned when it not only failed to produce any blood whatsoever, but I put on my best "I told you so" face. She then proceeded to go for the suggested vein. No nurse, doctor, intern, surgeon, hell, my nurse NEIGHBOR managed to hit this vein everytime. This lady? Misses by a mile, goes right through it, and thinks the worlds playing a nasty joke on HER. God Damn. Now I've got a bunch of bruisey poke marks, and if only I was a little thinner could pass for a stylish addict.
Just went and picked up some chicken and potatoes and cranberry sauce, we're having a little tribute to American Thanksgiving today.. Any excuse to eat fake gravy is a good one for me! Stopped in at the liquor store to buy Mr. Almost Poshlust a lovely bottle of wine, and saw somebody in the beer section debating over buying Apricat (a locally brewed yummy apricot flavored beer.. ahh.. microbreweries. ) and some other not so posh beer. Stopped to give this lovely lesbian and her girlfriend advice, and got into a nice conversation. It's funny how much lovelier women are who sleep with each other.. In all honesty, it's sorta like talking to a man.. but with the listening skills of a woman.. yet they still want you. Interesting. We laughed, we talked, debated the fine points of beer, and not once did I feel like she was judging my slap-dash-posh outfit. I mean.. I'm sure her femmy lady friend was.. But I wasn't interested in her.
She was drinking blueberry coolers. How gauche. *wink*
Had coffee today with my darling friend Laura.. Do miss her so. I'm so glad she's back in our city, safe and sound.. I'm so happy that I get to see her. It's funny.. She pointed out that since we spent so much time together in our formative years (personality wise) when it comes right down to it... We're exactly the same person. I noticed the other day when she was here for drinks.. our minds work the same way, we laugh over the same things.. For god sakes, our laugh is the same. Its nice to be with her again.. We're like old comfy shirts hanging out together or something.. Maybe the matching parts to a flannel pj set. We belong together.
Must make mention of my somewhat embarrassing obsession. Camote lent me his fancy little Game Boy the other night at work, to play Mario on to make the day go a little faster.. And damnit, I'm hooked. Can't decide if daydreaming over how to beat that stupid monkey with his bag of dirty tricks is posh or not. Mario is in my dreams. Is this how it starts Camote? Is this how the slide downward begins? Do you have an Atari t-shirt I can borrow, I think I need to look the part. My thumbs are sore.. any homeopathic gamer solutions? Help me.. I'm hooked..
Must get back to making dinner.. must get lid off cranberry sauce.. and dirty pans to make it look like I did more.. Then back in the car to get Mr. A. Poshlust from hockey.. Back in the car.. *sigh*
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