Laundromats

I just returned home from doing my laundry. Talk about a place to people watch. Oi. Luckily it wasn’t overly crowded which is good, cuz I hate it when it’s crowded. (Acutally, when it *is* crowded, I usually don’t even stay, I just go back home!)

Now. The task is to actually put the laundry *away*. Eheh. I’m always too tired when I get home, and it’s lucky if it makes it in to the apartment. Half of it made it tonite. I shall get the other half later.

Buss just called. Wanting to know if I was going to EnP. I haven’t decided yet. Last week there was just way too many people. And I already have a headache from the fabric softener/cigarette smoke/noise of the washers and dryers. Lah. I told Buss she could come over if she wanted. She was still driving tho. She said she’d had a really bad weekend and wanted to see me. Fun.

I called H, returning her text msg. We’ve talked more in the last 5 months than we probably have in the last 5 years. It’s a good thing.

So, when did they start decorating the backs of nickels? I was aware of the quarters. But I just noticed yesterday that one of my nickels had lewis and clark on the back and the other had the louisiana purchase. Interesting.

I went over to M’s today to pick up my detergent and fabric softener. And to clean the cat pan. Fun times. It wasn’t as ucky as she made it out to be.

I’m thinking about trying the whole Online thing again (re: dating) I don’t feel as fucked up as usual, so maybe it’s possible I’d be able to maintain some sort of a relationship with someone. Wait, let me restate. Able to maintain some sort of genuine relationship with someone.

I am worried about my Pharm exam on Thursday. I’ve already started studying for it, but some of the stuff is…easily confused. Because we’re learning about the drugs used to treat respiratory problems and many of them are very similar. Which is good, cuz it’s easier to remember their general use/actions. But not good, because then it’s the little details that trip me up.

Jay is ‘seeing’ someone. Different than dating them, apparently. Gotta love gay bois. I’m mildly jealous, just because our time together anymore is so infrequent, now it’s going to be even less so. And before, I could entertain the idea that maybe I was kind of in the center of the room with him. But not any more. It’s ok. I’m not like, mad jealous. I’m glad for him. Just sad for me! eheh. I miss my jaytime.

I finally called in my script for the Zyprexa. I don’t take it every nite, so it’s not like I went cold turkey from it or anything. And I still had a bottle of samples from before.

I’m tired. I worked Fri and Sat nights. And last nite was like, a 302 from hell. I mean, seriously, the call started on 3-11 shift. And Becky was there til at least midnite dealing with it. Then we dealt with it for another 3 hours. And they *still* weren’t there by the time I left. They kept faxing the 302 to us, and it kept being wrong. Silly people. Donna managed to get me four nites on the next schedule again, so that’s good. It keeps my head above water, at least, along with the loan refund.

I need to find time to get my car looked at this week, to try to get the oil leak fixed. *sigh* I’m putting more money into the damn thing than I paid for it, it seems like. But as long as it keeps going. That’s all I need, for it to just keep going.

My ears hurt tonite. I don’t think I want to go to EnP. I just want to curl up and sleep. Tomorrow is such a long day. Conflicted. Lah.