Memorizing what you told us, like a foreigner on holiday

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did - Mark Twain

You know, I’ve really lost the flair for this thing. But every now and then I feel like I can actually keep it up and slap a new post on like a doctor slaps a newborn’s ass. That’s right, about once in a lifetime. I’m feeling inspired tonight. Perhaps a little hungover from this afternoon, a little annoyed, frustrated, confused, pained and even a little bit excited. So here is my update.

Its Cinco de Miracle Whip. I hate Mayo. I stopped by work this morning to pick up some drugs and see if I needed to come in and one of the girls says to me, “It’s your day off isn’t it?” “Yep.” “Why aren’t you drunk yet?” Kristin and I, Hetero Lifemates, joined later on and had a few shots and hit the hot tub. It was sweet. I was gonna go to Bend this weekend but stupid me, I’ve run out of a muy importante medication and am shit out of luck til Wednesday when I go back to the doctor. I get to stay in town where I live a block from urgent care in case anything happens. I’m a tard like that. One plus side to being a pharmacy tech is I type in their Rx’s all day so I know their phone number by heart. 503-666-5050 in case any of you are wondering; and Dr. Wong is my favorite.

On the upside of being in Portland, Geek Prom is tomorrow night and I am SO going! I got my dress out and a new tiara to replace the one I lost oh-so-many years ago. I can’t wait, I’ll be getting down with all the geekiest kids in town (thanks Jesse, you’re the best! Can’t wait!).

In other news, my move is fast approaching and it has me thinking hard about the future. The summer holds several goals for me. The big one is to pick a new school since PSU sucks BALLS and I’d rather be a tech forever then go there. If anyone has any advice it would be much appreciated. By the end of the summer I hope to have picked a new school and have settled on a new plan for finishing my degree. I’m all pent up and angry about my future. There is no harm in hoping for change. But I’m sick of holding my breath. So that’s what’s new with me. Oh yeah and I’m insulted cos I’ve been at my job almost a year and I still don’t have a name tag. That just hurts. Its smells like nacho cheese….why?!