Friday, May 25, 2012

Today I return to work.

It's been an annoying past couple of days. Why? Because I've been sick and/or recovering from said sickness. I went to the doctor yesterday in what was a ~~*//{[MILESTONE]}\\*~~ moment: I finally got a primary care provider, after relying on my father's doctorly abilities from my early childhood up until, well, now. The new doc is pretty nifty. We get along famously and we even out-talked each other until the very end of the appointment, and he was all, "Well, shit, I have other patients to see. Meh, they can wait another five minutes."

But anyway, the sickness. Generally uncomfortable and leaving me with very strange sleeping hours. I went to bed around, oh, 2:00A and then had to get up and go into work at 7:00A. That was fun. (I'm lying. It wasn't fun. I'm still tired.) However, I still was able to watch enough Miami Vice and Magnum P.I. than is probably healthy. I started reading "Let's Pretend This Never Happened" by Jenny Lawson, which is quite possibly my favorite memoir ever. I also got some writing done on my mom's computer*, although I found out that my computer (RIP Pfiona) has a lot of files that the computer people may or may not be able to salvage. Which means, YAY I LOST SHIT I WROTE. Ugh, it just pisses me off. And when you're kind of high from a fever of 103, your ability to cohesively express your anguish over such an event just kind of comes off as comical, even to a husband who is normally pretty sympathetic.

Me: Oh, my GAWWWWDDDDDD, I swear, this is just. Ugh. I can't. My computer?? Do they even HAVE Scrivener??
Three: Scrivner?
Me: My life is OOVVVEEEERRRRRRRRRR.
Three: I'm going to go play some Reach.

I mean, I can't really blame him. Scrivener is apparently only available on Macs, but the documents I saved there are really the only things I care about getting off of Pfiona. All of my music is ostensibly on iCloud, or whatever the fuck they're calling it, and I don't really download a LOT of stuff. Although, now that I'm thinking about it, I have a lot of photos (that aren't technically mine but I was using them as references for artwork and whatnot) that I kind of would like to keep. Crap. No, no, Juj, stay strong. Sigh.

ANYWAY.

So after the quasi-mental breakdown, I kind of retreated to the internet, where I sat there and poured over the blogs I have missed since the Great Unemployment Era of 2008 - 2009. I used to post so often. Some of my best friends now I met during this time ON THE INTERWEBS. I miss it; I miss talking to them on the daily. Don't get me wrong; it's nice to have a job and benefits and whatever, but ugh. I want to write. I want to work from home. I want to do so many things OTHER than dole out the food stamps.

Grumblegrumble.



*Seriously, Mom, I know you read this blog, and while I don't really apologize for using the word "fuck" a lot, I  will recommend that you insert "fudge" or "poo" or whatever you'd like. But regardless, I thank you immensely for letting me use your not-dead computer. Mwah.
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