Ugghh....

Ya know...as much as I'm getting sick of hearing myself whine...I'm going to whine just a little bit more today...

This sucks. Before I was bitchin' cuz I never got a chance to rest because I was workin' all the time...well now, I'm rested and almost ready to go back to work. But I still can't talk...and just getting a shower today exhausted me. And it really doesn't take long to get sick of watching TV...

I really am going back to Indy tomorrow...I'm sure my fish misses me. :(

I want to go home!!!

Ok...so recovery is definitely not proceeding as quickly as I would have liked. Turns out that every single pain medication the doctor gave me makes me violently sick to my stomach...so now the only thing I can take without yimmying is plain ol' Tylenol. You can imagine how much plain ol' Tylenol does to dull the excruciating pain in my throat...not very much.

All I want to do is sleep...but my family thinks I should be up, going outside, visiting the park, eating food...to all this, I say NO! I can barely even swallow my own spit...does that sound like someone who cares what's goin' on at the park?? No sir, it does not. I understand that they want what's best for me, but I think that lounging around on my ass is what's best for me.

I'm supposed to be back to work on Wednesday...at this rate, I'm not so sure I see that one happening...I'm not going to much of an aid to the auto parts industry when I can't talk above a whisper...

Sonofabitch...this hurts like hell

Well...I'm not dead and I did get some kickass drugs. But my throat hurts like hell, my tongue is still numb, and I'm fighting nausea like nobody's business. On the plus side, my family is doing a stellar job of taking care of me...well all except for my asshole brother who barely even bothered to call last night to make sure I was still alive. Oh well...big shocker there. I'm pretty freakin' sick of pudding and ice chips...I had mashed potatoes and gravy from KFC as soon as we left the hospital last night...and I had scrambled eggs for breakfast. Come hell or high water, I will be better in a week. :)

Sorry for this all being a big disconnected...pain meds are great like that.

"Don't Tell Anyone"

So I've definitely decided that anytime you have to use the phrases "This one will just be between us" or "Let's not tell anyone" or "This never happened"...you should expect that it will only end badly. I wish I had a nickel for every time this summer that I've said or heard one of those phrases or something similar....I'd have a damned lot of nickels. That's ok though...because one of these days someone is really going to get a kick out of it when I decide to tell all these stories that I'm never supposed to tell.

I suppose I could elaborate a bit on what exactly I'm talking about...but that would be a direct violation of Zone policy...and we all know how strict I am about following Zone policy...(and if you don't...you should).

Kamikaze Bugs

I don't have much to say this evening...except to complain a little.

I went for a jog/walk around the neighborhood this evening. Apparently people here are outnumbered 12 million to 1 by f'in bugs. I'm joggin along, mindin' my own and WHAM...flying bug right to the eye. It was like he had a death wish or something...surely he saw me coming...I'm like 800 times the size of that stupid bug. But instead of changing his course of flight....I get smacked in the eye.

That's all I got.

Fuckin' Drama

For the love of God...can't I just have one normal weekend??

Friday was normal enough--John and I had wings at Buffalo Wild Wings...good times. Unfortunately I was informed by the guys at work the next day that he probably saw it as a date...which I don't really. I'm not sure what constitutes a date...but I'm pretty sure that hot wings are not a part of that equation at all. Any input?

Saturday was unreal. I worked all morning, then headed to the 'burg for a fun-filled weekend with some old friends. But first, I decided that it would be a good idea to stop off in Shelbytucky to have dinner with the ex. We were getting along and having a good time, so he invites me to go hang out with him and a couple buddies. Fine...we could hang out for a few hours, but I had to leave early because I already had plans for later in the evening. I had intended to only hang out with the old friends for a few hours, then was going to go stay on Kev's couch, since the parents didn't know I was in town yet. Long story short...I ended up not going to Kevin's and didn't call to let him know.

The evening proceeded to include a crazy redneck charging into my buddy's house(after he drove around town for an hour looking for my truck), throwing my purse at me, calling me out in the front yard, and a drive by from the cops. In addition to this drama--another kid gets pissed, pulls a knife, bites his friend, and gets laid out against the kitchen cabinets.


I didn't get to bed 'til 9 this morning... 'nuff said.

Dazed and Confused

Uggh...I would really love to make this blog a little prettier...but I'm pretty much exhausted right now. I feel like digging a hole in the yard, climbing in and sleeping for about ten years. I am really freaking tired. I worked thirteen hours yesterday because someone decided not to show up...I had overtime after three hours at work today. Yay for the money...boo for all the working. But on the bright side...I get to tell other people to do all the shit work I don't want to do now.

On an even brighter side...I got the Buffalo Wild Wings of my life tonight. Absolutely delightful. Which is another part of why I'm so damn tired...instead of catching up on some much needed sleep...I spent a few hours playing Shark Attack on one of those little table game thingies. Do you have any idea how long it takes to rack up 150 points on that game? If ya do...then you know that it's a damned long time. But oh well...it was a lot of fun.

That's all I got...I've got to get a shower and finally get to bed. My drunk ex fiance and his drunk best friend should be showing up on my doorstep any time now to crash for the night. ---That one's a long story....

Fuck me...I should just write a book.

Thanks a lot guys...

Ok...I caved...thanks a lot. I decided that blogspot really does kick xanga's ass...so I'm going to try to convert. Plus, I like the way this site lets anyone comment and not just members.

That's all I've got for tonight because it's freakin' 12:30 and I have to open the Zone in the morning...I'll work on this in my free time tomorrow night....

Ahh...sigh for having the night off tomorrow :)