I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away........
Nelly Furtado
Well, okay, maybe not fly away but I'm free! Free of school and teachers showing interpretive dance videos and assinine papers and scrubs and neonatal death and all the things that nearly gave me an aneurism last semester! I am recovering from feeling like a shell of my former self...gotta love higher education. I don't have to go back until January 8th, but I have high hopes for the semester already. I am going back to CAMH, in a day job, with a clinical instuctor from last year that loved me. It doesn't even really matter what kind of cut-and-paste assignments they make me do in class (and they will), because I get to do Occupational Health and Infection Control in....wait for it.....BUSINESS CASUAL! YAY!
I, disorganized nut that I am, am ready for Christmas. I have all of my shopping done, most of my presents wrapped, and a (temporarily) stocked liquor cabinet...how long that lasts is anybody's guess, mind you. And you know, I'm not even really minding this not-so-white Christmas thing, although a light dusting on (only) the 25th would be acceptable, maybe even nice.
For the first time in history, I have no plans for New Year's Eve as yet. Not that bothered by it tho, which is strange. The thought that I might be growing up briefly entered my consciousness, but I was able to beat it back with a couple of strategically-ingested cocktails.
I got my car back from the body shop....damn it is hot! I can stand in my garage and check my makeup in the side of my car (which may or may not be a good thing!) Oh who cares, it's shiny and black and shiny and georgeous all over. After weeks of deliberation and a complete inability to view it as female, I have now officially christened it Baby. I would say it's male, but then it will start making whining noises, refuse to work in inclement weather (or for any old reason it chooses) and run off the road after it becomes distracted looking at pretty female cars. No, the safest bet is to let it remain asexual (or perhaps gender neutral is the PC term for it?)... that way I can tell it how much I love it when it's doing good yet still be free to curse at it with impunity and without remorse when it acts up (come to think of it, it's starting to sound more like a male again).
Anyhow, off to continue wrapping....
Merry Christmas to all
And to all a good night......
E
Nelly Furtado
Well, okay, maybe not fly away but I'm free! Free of school and teachers showing interpretive dance videos and assinine papers and scrubs and neonatal death and all the things that nearly gave me an aneurism last semester! I am recovering from feeling like a shell of my former self...gotta love higher education. I don't have to go back until January 8th, but I have high hopes for the semester already. I am going back to CAMH, in a day job, with a clinical instuctor from last year that loved me. It doesn't even really matter what kind of cut-and-paste assignments they make me do in class (and they will), because I get to do Occupational Health and Infection Control in....wait for it.....BUSINESS CASUAL! YAY!
I, disorganized nut that I am, am ready for Christmas. I have all of my shopping done, most of my presents wrapped, and a (temporarily) stocked liquor cabinet...how long that lasts is anybody's guess, mind you. And you know, I'm not even really minding this not-so-white Christmas thing, although a light dusting on (only) the 25th would be acceptable, maybe even nice.
For the first time in history, I have no plans for New Year's Eve as yet. Not that bothered by it tho, which is strange. The thought that I might be growing up briefly entered my consciousness, but I was able to beat it back with a couple of strategically-ingested cocktails.
I got my car back from the body shop....damn it is hot! I can stand in my garage and check my makeup in the side of my car (which may or may not be a good thing!) Oh who cares, it's shiny and black and shiny and georgeous all over. After weeks of deliberation and a complete inability to view it as female, I have now officially christened it Baby. I would say it's male, but then it will start making whining noises, refuse to work in inclement weather (or for any old reason it chooses) and run off the road after it becomes distracted looking at pretty female cars. No, the safest bet is to let it remain asexual (or perhaps gender neutral is the PC term for it?)... that way I can tell it how much I love it when it's doing good yet still be free to curse at it with impunity and without remorse when it acts up (come to think of it, it's starting to sound more like a male again).
Anyhow, off to continue wrapping....Merry Christmas to all
And to all a good night......
E
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