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I made it through today without percoset.

And then I yawned.

*sigh*

You know it's already happened.

In response to this macro, I had the following observation to make:

Somewhere, a twenty-something is having Rick Astley tattooed on her ass and "YOUVE BEEN RICKROLLED" in Impact under it. Think about that next time a pretty girl asks if you want to see her tattoo.

Obscure childhood flashback

Does anyone else remember the ten episode miniseries they made combining the events of Ramona Quimby Age 8 and Ramona Forever? the one that starred a bite sized Sara Polley?

Rage

Fucking doctors. What does it honestly take to get one of them to call me back?? Do I seriously need to dress in drag and do the hula outside of their offices until I either get arrested or a callback? Again with the "why the fuck did I tell my family about this again." Normally I'd be like whatever, I have an appointment tomorrow with my primary care physician but one of my sisters was all like YOU WILL CALL THE DOC TODAY AND GET THESE QUESTIONS ANSWERED FOR YOURSELF AND FOR ME AND THEN CALL ME BACK so now I'm all stressed out because I can't get shit ANSWERED today because I can't get people ON THE PHONE. ARGH.

On top of that I'm trying and failing to deal with general "Back to life, back to reality"... dreading going back to work and dealing with the week worth of crap to catch up with, money's always stressful, and in the most profound example of the universe doesn't give a shit whether you spent the last little while recovering from something potentially FATAL, I'm still dealing with relationship issues that show no sign of improving in the near future.

So... pretty much... the emergency broadcast is over, and we now return you to your regularly scheduled program, already in progress. The mess that is my life is pretty much exactly as I left it, except I get to add brandy new medical stress to the pile.

FUCK, I'm so sick of everything I could scream or cry or break everything in my room... and there just doesn't feel like there's any end or relief in sight. And I'm on blood thinner so I can't even shut my brain up for a little while longer with vodka or even NOS (ginseng is a no no).

Reality is FAIL right now. I'm going to flounce off for a while and read Tangled Webs now.

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edge is off. Took out my frustration on the dishes and the stove. Still pissed at everything, but less likely to spork things.

and this bit of hilarity from badrahessa. Yeah, I must be nuts for wanting to raise teenage boys someday.