boing's useless info of the day:
i love paul f tompkins
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fun fun fun.
on monday i worked 12 hours & then came home. i had an emotional day at work with putting 2 dogs down & learning that one of my favorite clients is very sick. so anyhow, i was alreay cryinga t work because this one baby was being sent home to die with her owner instead of us euthanizing her. this isn't very fair to the dog as it would have been so much more humane to put her to sleep. she was vomiting blood & not moving at all. anyhow, i was mostly sad about that. so when i got home & didn't feel good, i wasn't surprised at all. christopher asked me if i wanted to grab a bite to eat & i thought that i did. however, all of a sudden i felt so ill that all i could do was strip down & lay in bed. i felt so sick to my stomach it wasn't funny. as soon as i laid down, i went to sleep & woke up at 12:30ish. barf barf barf barf barf.
still barfing. sick as dog. barf.
and now there is today. 48 hours later i'm feeling better, but still not 110% boinging. or boingable for that matter. but my boyfriend was the fucking best nurse in the world. if i'm ever to get sick again, i know it won't be so bad because he will be there. i couldn't ask for someone better than him. and i know i sound all mushy & lame, but he was so perfect.
aside from all that, i'm glad the night sweats are behind me. talk about feeling like a dirty nerd girl.
my roommate is moving out soon. she's also pregnant with her crackhead boyfriends baby. and when i say that, i don't say it in jest. he's really a crackhead. and he has MS, HepC, lives with his grandma & doesn't work. i think he has a lot going for him. so party on with all that.
click the link below to buy some good records, you whores.
3:00 pm - February 13, 2002
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