Down on a tuesday
Jan. 10th, 2006 10:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jeanvieveCrampy sorta day. Bleah. May have to go cure it in the shower.
Weird problems today at work. At least they're unique. Always learning experiences, keeping me from almost certain boredom.
Girl A went to the ER with heart problems. Her heart may be, as I've said before in a different way, too big. Ain't that strange? Poor Grinch. His heart was too small, then grew to be too big and he had a heart attack by summer even though in perfect health.
I'm taking her to the test tomorrow when she calls and says when the test is, as she is without car. Am I a bad person for hoping it'll help me miss a meeting I didn't want to attend? Or does that make me more human somehow?
Really, why DO people watch soap operas? Don't they have friends?
Finding myself still disappointed over the lost flicker. Such things shouldn't matter when they're just ideas without any manifestation at all. But then, if Liam Neeson wrote me a love poem and then followed it up with another saying woops, wrong email, I'd still be crushed. Maybe. Actually, I'd be delighted in any case. I love poetry.
Back to Interlock.
Weird problems today at work. At least they're unique. Always learning experiences, keeping me from almost certain boredom.
Girl A went to the ER with heart problems. Her heart may be, as I've said before in a different way, too big. Ain't that strange? Poor Grinch. His heart was too small, then grew to be too big and he had a heart attack by summer even though in perfect health.
I'm taking her to the test tomorrow when she calls and says when the test is, as she is without car. Am I a bad person for hoping it'll help me miss a meeting I didn't want to attend? Or does that make me more human somehow?
Really, why DO people watch soap operas? Don't they have friends?
Finding myself still disappointed over the lost flicker. Such things shouldn't matter when they're just ideas without any manifestation at all. But then, if Liam Neeson wrote me a love poem and then followed it up with another saying woops, wrong email, I'd still be crushed. Maybe. Actually, I'd be delighted in any case. I love poetry.
Back to Interlock.
