8:50am: Wake up, curse because I hate waking up so late. I've decided it the sun's fault. It's darker in the winter. If I woke up around 7am, which is what I had been doing for months and months, it's still dark. And COLD. And now that I know Muttin hates the winter, I'm finding myself hard pressed to make myself go walking every day even more. Get dressed.
9:00am: Turn on The View. Which I LOVE now that Rosie is on. She's hilarious.
9:10am: Let Hella in the door, and become immediately irritated cause she starts asking 40 gazzillion questions when the View's Hot Topics are still going on.
9:15 - 9:30am: Dispense new month's supply of pills to a month's worth of pill trays. HATE this job, cause my hands are on fire, and spastic as hell. Why I can type, I'll never know, but the pain seems to go away when I type. I really should get going on my NaNoMo and take advantage of it. The dog's are pretty quiet in the morning tho.
9:15am - Get irritated with Hella for taking out the garbage now, instead at the end of her shift. Cause as soon as she does, there's more garbage to take out.
9:25am - Get irritated with Hella for telling me the flu shot nurses are WAITING for ME. When I know they start at 9:30, and if I go now, I'll have to stand in line for 15 minutes. I'll spare us another time update, and just say I'm also irritated that she keeps talking to me when I'm counting out pills. She knows better than to talk to me A. When I'm counting out pills, and B. When I'm in pain, which I am, because evidently, I'm feeling irritable.
9:35am: Get my flu shot. Get irritated with her talking to me as if I were a child. She also makes the comment that I don't seem nervous. Don't bother to tell her that her needle ain't NOTHING compared to my needles. Her and her piddly half of a half of a half of a millimeter needle. Phhttt. Wonder it that's how to spell the noise that my mind is making for my mouth should I have bothered with telling her about her wimply needle. Go back to my apartment with Hella sitting there watching TV instead of doing the dishes.
9:50am: Scare Hella half to death with the sudden Wooo Hooo!! that comes out of my mouth when I realize I haven't showed (shown?) her my Certified Live Birth Certificate!!! Run down the hall to show all the seniors how I CANNOT WAIT to move out of here from all these old people. Remembered a funny when I was at the post office yesterday mailing SanFranMan some drugs (shhh). The post office man thought where I lived was for seniors only (his mother lives here). I told him it was for The Disabled also. Which is when he looked confused at me, cause I don't look disabled, I look damn healthy. Said I have MS, and I'm a good 20 years younger than most of the people who live there. Here. He said something about that being good for me, living around all their wisdom... ahem. I said yes, but there was nobody to play with. He almost snorted snot from bursting out laughing. I should go on the road with my act.
10:00am: Change TV channel from Martha to Live with Regis & Kelly, cause Martha sends fingernails on chalkboard chills down my back, and I can't change it fast enough. Tell Hella she can go cause I'm too bitchy to do anything else (go to Curves) and I don't want to sit with her chatting for another hour.
10:05am: Sit down to read emails and blog a bit. Resolve not to read anybody else's blog until I've written something, cause after reading other blogs, I get all lazy and intimidated and brain dead, cause someone else has said all the fun, interesting, and funny things.
10:30am: Massage the dogs. Promise them I'll walk them at 11am, when I'll walk to the Senior Center to vote. Wonder what I'll do with them while I go inside to vote, but decide to cross that bridge when I come to it.
10:45am: Decide planning ahead might be helpful and wonder what I'll do with the dogs while I vote. I'd take them inside with me, but they feed senior there, so dogs aren't welcome inside food establishments. Some stupid rule by the Health Department. Which I think should be on the voting ballot to have it over-turned.
With that, I'll go now cause it's almost 11am, time to go. Will update later with the rest of my facinating day.
But first, tell me what controversial or good voting issue is on your ballot. We have the Marriage Amendment on ours, to keep marriage between ONE man, and ONE woman only. As in against gay couples. I'm all for gay marriage, but I'm also bothered by the ONE man and ONE woman thing. I've long believed 2 or 3 husbands would be better for me, cause I sure can't find all the qualities I want in ONE man. I need a funny one, a sex-crazed one, and a rich one. Preferably the rich one is very very old, and the sex-crazed one to be very very young. And trainable.
That is all.
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For now.
Updated: It is now 9:35pm. Like I can remember what happened since 10:45am.
I did go vote, but not till 3pm, cause.... I don't remember why I waited to go that long. Something must have come up. Our voting booths are still paper. No electronics for us. I also renewed my Idaho ID, and tried to pay for my car's registration, but it was more than I expected so I didn't have enough cash on me, and they don't take the magic money cards. Then I was too grouchy to go to the magic money machine to get more cash, so I came home and watched Oprah.
Whoa. Idaho is running more Democrats than they ever have. Not near enough, and not the House or Senate ones, but wow. I thought they shot Democrats here in Idaho. I'm ashamed to say I voted Democrats all the way, simply because I can't stand Bush at all. I've never done that before.
Talked to my son and to SanFranMan tonite. SonOne is on his way here for a few days, and then will move to Spokane, where his dad lives. SanFranMan is leaving to visit his kids on Thursday. I am trying to find a plane ticket to San Diego, so that I can get my California ID, and to visit Ben. It's frustrating trying to schedule around Thanksgiving, which is the worst travel holiday of the year for airlines.
What I did from 10:45am to 3pm remains a dark void in my mind, so I guess this is as updated as it's gonna get.
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