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08/23/2007: "Sacred Heart"Okay, I'm only calling this entry that because I just had to call the Sacred Heart Medical Center and ask them to send records. And I have no other good title cooked up! And I've still got work on my brain. WOW.
My partner in crime at work is out all week and I have to be her too, and it's all very... busy. And stressful. At the beginning of the week my entire body was clenched into a fist. My throat was so tight the only way to raise my voice was to force it, which made me sound angry. Which I guess I was. Then I analyzed myself and realized what my problem was and took some Valerian, and the rest of the week has been okay. WOW. Which is weird. That I could be okay in that situation.
See I realized I was angry because I had to let people help me. Which I hate. With a passion. And once I realized that's why I was angry, it went away. And it's funny how much more organized I have to be to let people help me. (Lots of sorting....) Funny! It's so bizarre. Mountains of paperwork. Oodles of phone calls. I think I've gotten most of the anger out of my voice. I may have gotten my semi-pleasant telephone voice back. Bah!
Phew! The week is almost over! One more day! Whoop! Plus the forest fire smoke is gone. That makes me a heck of a lot happier too. In another week or so there is Labor Day. Quiet whoop. I'll be working on my book, but that's cool. I haven't had time to, and now I do. Yeah.... Even if it is more work. I can't believe that doesn't bother me right now. That after a week of work, I have to work all weekend. Weird. What's wrong with me??!!!
Who cares? I'll take it. If I'm in a good mood for no reason, so be it. My brain is silly. I thought up the funniest thing to say in here the other day, and now it's totally gone. Ohhhh wellllll. No more Valerian for me. Yo. I didn't take any today. I think it builds up and makes me super tired all the time. Just one pill! On the bottle I think it says to take 3, 3 times a day. ????! I always only need the smallest imaginable dose of anything and I'm good. Very sensitive, I guess. Something. Which makes me think homeopathy would work well with me. But I'm not brave enough to try it yet. Someday! You have to get a special toothpaste to take homeopathic remedies. Wow! Which I have. Boring unminty. I think it might be orange. Orange flavored. ? Or something. I forget.
I happily forget. Which is weird. It's like I'm drunk without being drunk. "Xander, what's wrong with you?" -Willow on Buffy. From the episode.... sheesh is it called "Hyena"???? OOOO--no, "The Pack". Right? Right. Phew! Okay. Maybe I'll get to sleep early tonight or something. Yow. Silly.
I took a new herb just now. It tasted like pepper. Okay, it was vitex. That's always written in italics, vitex. Like that's it's Latin name? Or part of it. It's Chaste Tree Berry or something. In layman's terms. Probably capitalized like that. Wow, I'm focusing on the wrong elements of that subject. Anyway, it's a good herb and should help me with many problemas. That was Spanish, not a typo. Jeesh.
Hey, I got a bruise on my leg! That's not exciting. Well, it is kind of fun. Admit it. Anyway, there's a piece of wood holding up the desk at work and sometimes I bump my leg on it. Only when I'm stupid or in a hurry. Ouch. Cuz it's very sharp and pointy and I avoid it usually. Hmm. Speaking of work bruises. At my last job, hotel housekeeper, I had bruises on my shins, at a certain level, constantly. They never went away the whole 6 months I worked there. From leaning over the bathtub to clean the shower walls. Room after room after room. And I was in a hurry, and I didn't want to stand in the tub. That would get it dirtier and also it's probably wet and that would be dangerous. So, bruises on my shins. We didn't have mops and we had to get down on our hands and knees to clean the floors. But I didn't, I found a way to soap up a rag and clean the floor with my foot. This is such a lame story. I got really used to smelling bleach. People would walk into a bathroom I was cleaning and go, "Woa! How can you stand it in there?!" Me: "What, does it smell bleachy?" "YEAH." Weird! When I first got there I could smell it just fine. I think it gave me a perpetual cough. Anyway. I'm just counting my blessings that I don't have that job anymore. There was one day when I was the only one scheduled to work. Hello! Someone came in on their day off to help me. That was nice. It was still crazy and insane. BAH. This is very boring. I was going to tell you the evils of not having a head housekeeper, but I think you would find it quite boring. Not me, I could ramble for hours. Not good. Not bad....
I need food. I bet rushing around all day hither and yon makes me need more calories. What do you think? I think so. Cuz there is a lot of walking at my desk job. Which is okay. I get all cramped up just sitting there. My neck and shoulders. They just lock right up. Nice. Cuz some days I just sit there.... working on the computer.... yeah, I guess you got that. Bpfft. Hmm. Sleepy....
<--there's that damn smilie sleeping with his eyes open again! Dammit! Lol. Like me. I'm asleep right now, man.... what--WHAT?!That was me faking waking up. Who does that? Hahahahhaaa. I may be hysterical. I just spelled out my laughter. But it's more fun than writing ROFLMFAO. Hehe. No, it's not.
Muahahaha.Damn! If this was a movie someone would have to slap me back to my senses so I could defuse the bomb even though I was just forced at gunpoint to drink some sillyfying potion.... like, uh.....? I don't know! Hey, that happened on Alias! ROFLMFAO.!!!
Too drunk. (I don't drink! I'm not drunk! Disclaimer! Disclaimer!) @#$$@!!! Hehe. Anyway.
Sheeeesh. I was thinking earlier about how bad I am at telling the truth. I mean when I tell the truth it seems like I'm lying. It's so weird. So nobody'd better ever question me after a crime, cuz I'll say I didn't do it, but in a way that instantly makes me a prime suspect. Shit! Swear to GOD, don't know why. Cuz I'm so evasive anyway, that when someone asks me a direct question, I think carefully about the answer first and then I say it, in a deliberate kind of way. Which f_cking sounds like lying. Dammit! (I could say the f-word in here if I wanted to, I am the site owner after all, I just thought it needed a little softening there. You see? Like a stool softener. I'm kidding!!! Hehehehee.) "Get off the crack pipe." I can't remember who said that. Probably one of my sisters. (But there was never a real crack pipe! Disclaimer! Disclaimer!) Hehehee. Shit, I must remember not to post when I've had too much Valerian and too much work. Damn. Oh, yeah, I was gonna call this entry "Valerian", but I forgot. But man does it ever seem more appropriate. Am I right? "Am I right?"-said by Chandler haltingly on Friends. Don't know which episode. "SNAFU. Situation normal. All fucked up."-a Kurt Russell movie, I can't remember which one.... Tango and Cash! And apparently no one said that in the movie, they said "FUBAR". Ah, whatever. Ruin my beautiful memories..... I don't actually think I've ever seen that movie. Heehee.
I gotta go! Before the world spins off of its axis from my hyper tiredness. Weeee! Phew! Someone explain this mood. Dayum!
Later.
