The network is down at work. Can’t open any of my files because they’re all on the shared drive. Can’t print. Can’t check my email. Really can’t do anything…
I think we should just all go home early.
I think I use all of my data every month trying to keep myself entertained at work.
So my only friend at work was fired on Friday. She is being replaced by the bosses daughter.
I am the only person here that seems to have a problem with that. My job makes me sad, no matter how hard I try to be happy. There are so many things happening here that are just wrong, nobody seems to have conscience.
So I’ve been super emotional this week. I blame that on the fact that the pharmacy would not fill the prescription for my antidepressant/anxiety medication. (Finally got my medicine yesterday though, thank God)
Anyways, yesterday I decided to watch Game of Thrones while I went for a run on the treadmill. I watched an episode from the first season and I almost fell off the treadmill and started weeping because I knew what was going to happen to the Starks.
Um… yeah. I usually don’t cry watching movies or tv shows or anything, but I really thought I was going to lose it yesterday.
So they pharmacy is refusing to refill my prescription till I see my doctor. What is really awesome about this scenario is that this medicine that I am out of is my anti-depressants. So I am basically feeling all out miserable physically and mentally because withdrawal is a bitch.
I’ve got to call the doctor’s office today, and I swear if it takes more than a few days to get me in, I will probably fall over and die. It’s been like four days since I’ve been off my meds and I already feel like I am dying.
This is one reason why I would love to be weaned off my medications because you I really feel more shitty going a few days without my medicine than I did before I even started taking it. My problem is I am scared I am not strong enough to make it without medication.
Noooooo! I just looked at the clock and almost fell out of my chair. It is two hours earlier than I feel like or should be which means I have three more hours of agony in the office.
How Rough Can a Rough Draft Be?
Ug, I hate rough drafts because I am never clear on what the teacher expects. Right now I’ve written basically the whole paper. I don’t feel that I’ve clearly expressed my thoughts on everything that I need to cover in the paper, but I’ve hit on all the important parts. I haven’t come up with a title, I haven’t bothered formatting the stinking thing yet. I think that should count as a rough draft, but how am I to know what my teacher considers to be a rough draft? I am hoping that he just wants to look at the papers that we have so far so that he knows we are working on them…
My baby brother would be turning 17 today, if he had survived. Daniel Lanham has trisomy 18, which is fatal. He died during childbirth. I was only six at the time, but I remember going to the hospital with my family to see my mom and Daniel. I held him in my arms, although I didn’t understand what was going on then, I am grateful for that experience. I think about him a lot, I alway wonder what it would be like to have him around.
I’m beginning to think that I need to take some time off work just so I can play Pokemon White 2 because I got the stinkin’ game when it came out and I still haven’t finished it! The adult life sucks. Who knew?