horderves

 Druuuuunk druuuunk druuuuuuunk.  Ironic after the AA entry, I know, but whatevs.

Just got back from a school social thingamagig we had. Lots and lots of wine. And horderves (yes, I did just google how to spell that, just to be sure). I totally blew off working tonight, because YOU KNOW WHAT???? I’M 25!!!!! And I still get to pull this kind of shit. So yeah.

I love dip. Shit if it weren’t, I don’t know, a public health concern, I’d totally use my fingers instead of crackers to scoop that shit.

So what else? My credit card company doubled my limit yesterday. I can’t believe they consider me a responsible human being. Seriously, I feel like I pulled the wool over their eyes real good.

Mmm. I love J, have I mentioned that? We didn’t get to really talk a whole lot tonight, but I really fucking love him, regardless.

Today I got to tell a standardized patient (who was a DAMN GOOD actress) that her husband was brain dead. I mean, I had to spell out for her that even though his lungs were inflating and his hear was still pumping, he was fucking gone. Not coming back. EVER. And she was all up in the denial stage, and I just didn’t know what else to say, and really I just wanted to fucking cry, because he was only 30, and they were planning a life together, and what the fuck!?!?!

It’s only midnight. I really don’t get much more done when I go out than when I don’t. 

I’m rambling, and I don’t feel well, so I’m gonna drink some tea, and take a shower, and pray that I wake up early tomorrow, because I’m a good 28 lectures behind. 

That’s all.