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Nov. 16th, 2002 02:18 pmI went to bed at one in the morning last night. One! Okay, okay, so I took a couple benadryl first, and that helped me along, but still. Pretty remarkable for me, these days. Heh, meanwhile all the normal people reading this are like "One AM is an accomplishment? Um, sure, whatever you say, Rachael."
Stupid second x chromosome. It's not fair. I suppose I should be grateful that I don't feel worse than I do, since I have to work tonight. But still. Hmph. I'm bitchy, and I don't feel like going. I keep trying to cheer myself up, I mean, normally, it wouldn't be all that hard with a day like this. I got up early, had plenty of time to get ready, and I'm finally getting my laundry done (which I've needed to do for, um, a long time. Let's just leave it at that. Heh.). Also, I'll get a lunch for once tonight, at work. All good things. But, my hair is bugging me, Saturdays at work generally suck, I'm bleeding, I'm bitchy, my arm and neck are sore (God knows why) and I have no advil, and oh, did I mention I'm bleeding? Because I am. Stupid being a woman-ness.
Listening to my Mom bitch and moan about Mickey (Still. Here.) for hours on end didn't exactly make me chipper, either. But meh. She cheered up by like a half hour ago, when her and Joe left to see the new Harry Potter movie. How nice for her. I'll just be at work, while you two have fun, don't mind me![/grumpy face] Hee. Okay, I'm just being a bitch, now.
I have tomorrow off, but I need to get my sister a birthday present. I don't have a clue what to get her. She's so hard to shop for. Then, that night, we're all getting together for dinner. Next week, I'm working 25 hours, which is okay. Like, I need money, and I was working about that much before this week always, anyway. But, right now, I'm all "25? Sigh!" Heh. Like "Must I work?" The answer? Yes. So, suck it up, Rachael, and stop being a pussy. I mean, damn, 25 hours? Quit your bitching, and be glad you have any hours. Sheesh. I annoy myself.
I wish I had some advil![/whine] Why am I so sore? MUST YOU TORTURE ME, WORLD?! Heh. I'm so melodramatic. So, when you all are surfing the crimson tide, and feeling like being a bitch to people for no reason, what do you all do? Do you fight it, or give in? I have my own ways of trying to tame the beast, but I thought I'd see if anyone here had any sage advice.
All right, wish me luck, folks. *trudges off to work, pouting*
Stupid second x chromosome. It's not fair. I suppose I should be grateful that I don't feel worse than I do, since I have to work tonight. But still. Hmph. I'm bitchy, and I don't feel like going. I keep trying to cheer myself up, I mean, normally, it wouldn't be all that hard with a day like this. I got up early, had plenty of time to get ready, and I'm finally getting my laundry done (which I've needed to do for, um, a long time. Let's just leave it at that. Heh.). Also, I'll get a lunch for once tonight, at work. All good things. But, my hair is bugging me, Saturdays at work generally suck, I'm bleeding, I'm bitchy, my arm and neck are sore (God knows why) and I have no advil, and oh, did I mention I'm bleeding? Because I am. Stupid being a woman-ness.
Listening to my Mom bitch and moan about Mickey (Still. Here.) for hours on end didn't exactly make me chipper, either. But meh. She cheered up by like a half hour ago, when her and Joe left to see the new Harry Potter movie. How nice for her. I'll just be at work, while you two have fun, don't mind me![/grumpy face] Hee. Okay, I'm just being a bitch, now.
I have tomorrow off, but I need to get my sister a birthday present. I don't have a clue what to get her. She's so hard to shop for. Then, that night, we're all getting together for dinner. Next week, I'm working 25 hours, which is okay. Like, I need money, and I was working about that much before this week always, anyway. But, right now, I'm all "25? Sigh!" Heh. Like "Must I work?" The answer? Yes. So, suck it up, Rachael, and stop being a pussy. I mean, damn, 25 hours? Quit your bitching, and be glad you have any hours. Sheesh. I annoy myself.
I wish I had some advil![/whine] Why am I so sore? MUST YOU TORTURE ME, WORLD?! Heh. I'm so melodramatic. So, when you all are surfing the crimson tide, and feeling like being a bitch to people for no reason, what do you all do? Do you fight it, or give in? I have my own ways of trying to tame the beast, but I thought I'd see if anyone here had any sage advice.
All right, wish me luck, folks. *trudges off to work, pouting*
