Another Day closer to a 3 day weekend

 Still horribly behind but seemed to be making some progress?  New day tomorrow.  Everyone will be back.  Busy and I'm ok with it.  There's been one person who's been so helpful to me with my new assignment.  He's such a nice person. A good human.  He's nice to all of us and teaches rather than preaches when you make a mistake.  I have had some tough moments the last few years but I am finding my grove.  "knock on wood"

I feel bad when my mom gets upset about the monster because she will obsess about it and I find myself getting frustrated.  When she brings his name up, I'll say I. DON'T. WANT TO TALK ABOUT HIM.  This is what he has done to both of us, we wind up sniping at each other.  Glad that I am not in an office because I'm afraid I'd find him buried in the backyard.  I wouldn't care.  I shouldn't say that.  I do feel like it when things like a circuit breaker being turned off happens.  When you haven't worked in 2 years, what else do you have to do?  Unreal.

I almost gave the medical assistant the address for Southridge as my new pharmacy.  Good thing I had my phone.  Brain fog.  I don't think Macys will refill my nasal spray.  I don't even know what's there anymore. I think we picked up an order for my mom once and that's it.  

I was going to watch Say Anything yesterday but I'll save it for the weekend.  My wild weekend plans.  One of my favorite movies  I thought of myself as a Lloyd Dobler with my sunny optimism on love. Great movie.  No, I don't feel that way anymore.  I saw a preview for Andrew McCarthy's documentary about the Brat Pack.  I don't know how to contain myself with all this TV watching this summer.  Don't get me started on the books I'll listen to or read.  I think I just bored myself.

I signed up to do another textbank to Wisconsin voters next week. I can get told off by locals.  That should be awesome.  I'm down for getting insulted for democracy.  


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