<blatantwhining>

I have been awake for 31 hours straight.

I had the last of the leftover pad thai for breakfast 13 hours ago.

I had a soy latte--4 shots of espresso--11 hours ago.

I had my first physical therapy appointment today & I <i>hurt</i>.

I cannot take my pain med or my muscle relaxant on no food.

I have had a wicked craving for vegetarian fajitas for weeks.

I ordered pickup from the local Mexican place for the BF and myself.

I am allergic to milk.  I asked for no cheese, no sour cream.

I went and got the order, but did not check it due to fatigue.

I got extra cheese and sour cream on mine, and very seriously considered heaving my food across the room in rage when I discovered this.

. . . 

I have no food to eat.

I cannot take my meds.

I am so tired and hungry and hurting that I am shaking like I have Parkinson's and weeping uncontrollably.

And I am hiding in the bedroom while my boyfriend plays WoW, because I feel like an asshole for being such a girl.

Frankly, this is too much for me to deal with right now.

I have resolved to cry myself to sleep, thereby solving all but the hungry problem, and negating that as long as I pass the stage where you feel it by the time I wake up tomorrow.

 

I miss having someone to rely on to fix things.  Adulthood sucks.  

 

And fuck me for refusing to be a demanding girlfriend.  Just this once, I'd really like to throw a tantrum and be coddled.

</blatantwhining> 

. . . this does not negate the fact that Troegenator Double Bock is delicious.

Also, in a related note, fish and chips.

electrosoul
41/M/Straight61% match / 38% enemy

electrosoul: Hey sweetie
me: sweet, really?
me: misnomer, perhaps
electrosoul: Perhaps, I spoke too soon
electrosoul: Anyway, hows it goin
me: it goes.
me: sometimes fast
me: sometimes slow
me: and sometimes it stops to tie its shoe
me: you?
electrosoul: I can believe that
electrosoul: Oh, nice touch
electrosoul: All of the above
electrosoul: So are you affectionate/
me:well, that's a broad question
me:yes, to some
me:no, to others
me:not generally to strangers
electrosoul: And submissive or aggressive
me: switch, depending on the mood
electrosoul: Ok, I dont have moods. Im a dominant
me: how tiring for you
electrosoul: Ya, tell me about it. but its my destiny
me: was there a sign?
electrosoul: That I was dom?
me: sure
electrosoul: Ya, when at 14 I fucked my housekeeper everyday after school
me: hmm. pedophilia. delightful.
electrosoul: I was horny she was 30
me: and it's still pedophilia, but don't let that stop you.
electrosoul: Depends which country youre in ;)
me:and yet the weirdness remains internationally
electrosoul: Its culturally relative. In hindsight I dont see anything wrong. sex is to be enjoyed
me:right, sex IS to be enjoyed between consenting adults. I just happen to feel that at fourteen years old thinking with a dick that's only begun working properly, perhaps consent is a bit of a grey area
me: and what self-respecting 30 year old sleeps with a child?
electrosoul: Tell that to the self respecting dutch
electrosoul: I was 14 not her
electrosoul: And I enjoyed it. It wasnt forced
me: yeah, the country that has animal brothels. nice.
electrosoul: Im sure we have them in canada and the Us
electrosoul: Where theres demand theres supply
me: right. the same could be said for heroin. It's in demand, there's a supply, and I hear the users really enjoy it.
this does not indicate that it's a healthy practice
electrosoul: Thats not what I heard. I heard they do it to feel normal
me: so you're saying you became sexually active as a child because you were abnormal?
electrosoul: No, I didnnt say anything close to that. Im saying that your metaphor doesnt work well
electrosoul: your views are well taken. I see it as culturally relative as far as sex goes
me: really? because as an opiate, heroin stimulates the pleasure centers in your brain, creating a euphoric rush that feels pretty fucking nifty. Sex releases endorphins, the feel good chemicals in your brain. Living organisms respond to pleasure/pain stimuli at a basic level. Pleasure=good, pain=bad, though that line can be blurred. Placing an axiological value on whether an experience was pleasurable misses the point.
me: That was the point I was making.
electrosoul: Well, Ive heard from eric clapton that heroin was fun after a while. Thats what I know about it
electrosoul: wasnt LOL
me: i suspect you may be a bit of an idiot
me: no offense
me: it's probably not your fault
electrosoul: I doubt it with 160 IQ but you have your little life to defend
electrosoul: which mesns next to nothing but continue your childish bs . youre just a girl
me: I didn't say you weren't intelligent, I said you were an idiot. The two aren't mutually exclusive.
me: so you're a sexist idiot?
electrosoul: I dont care what you say. its a child's outburst Waste of time Bye

Self-examination FAIL

So got a call a while back from Christ regarding some mail that they sent me that apparently came back. Told them to send it back out, got it on the fifth. Turns out it was the instructions for my online English placement exam, due by the third. Went to email the professor and noticed that I had an email from them extending the deadline to midnight on the eighth. Sweet. Turned in the last essay at 11:47 p.m. on the eighth. Yeah, it was last minute and probably not my best work, but I work full time and was pseudo-parenting the boyfriend's son as well at the time, so I worked with what I had. Got online tonight, checked my email and had another message from Christ saying that while the links posted in the virtual classroom, none of the actual attachments were there, and could I please have them in by midnight? That was on the eighth.

Motherfucker. I am so unbelievably pissed right now.

. . . if anybody else on here in the area is starting the Christ Hospital nursing program in August?

Got my acceptance letter from Christ Hospital's nursing program today!!! Going back to school, getting my R.N.!!!

I was vilely ill less than a month ago. Thought it was the flu, but then it turned into the kind of sick that leaves you lying in bed begging for someone to choke you into unconsciousness just for a moment's relief. Four different drugs later, I was better. Got my annual bout out of the way, right?

I go into work today and we're on lockdown. We've got around 10% of our resident population hospitalized from a flu going around with crazy symptoms just like I'd had. The residents are in isolation quarantine and everybody's walking around like Michael Jackson in surgical masks. Or wait, amend that. We were wearing masks, up until a guardian complained that we look "scary". At this point we were told that we could wear them when performing personal care but not at large. Apparently this is a new kind of flu that isn't airborne, and our first priority is kissing guardian ass, not the well-being of the residents or the people they depend on for care.

In any case, I figured I was fairly safe since I'd already had a huge case not that long ago. Am currently running a fever and feel like asshole.

Sometimes I hate my job.

Went and saw a live show tonight at Bogart's:

Broken Inside-- Meh. Party band. White kids screaming about getting crunk.

Haste the Day-- Of nuclear armageddon, apparently, as to speed the second coming or some shit. Christian metal= suck.

Senses Fail-- Could leave off the "senses" part of the name and would be more apt.

Hollywood Undead-- Reason for my attendance. Mindless fun, ridiculous lyrics, irony ftw.

Got smashed in the face by a plastic beer bottle someone chucked, stole a shirt from the crowd surfer who surfed into my head, cockpunched the creepy fat dude who kept grinding his boner into me, and threw more elbows than I received. All in all, not a bad evening.

I'm miserably, vilely ill and housebound at the moment, and I can't figure out how to view my favorites' journal posts.

I don't want to sift through stupid people in gen-pop, I just want to stalk my lovelies in peace!

*sniffles*

Fucking pneumonia.

Fucking OkC.

I'm going to go swig my codeine syrup for fun. :(

Have hit an inspirational wall in the "What We're Having For Dinner!" category, so I ask you, OkCers:

What am I cooking tonight?*



*Dairy allergy in the house. Cheesy goodness apply elsewhere.