thank god.

in other news, i am not going to work today. tomorrow. today. thursday. what the hell, people, it's 415am and i have already been to sleep.

and woke up. at 3am. and couldn't get back to sleep yet.

why?

i am convinced i woke up because i wasn't breathing.

i don't want to die.

OH MY GOD, AN ODOR JUST CAME OUT OF AMELIA'S POWDER HOLE AND IT SMELLS SO STINKER THAT I WISH NOW THAT I WAS NOT BREATHING AGAIN.

god amelia, have some respect. GO INTO THE BATHROOM.

where was i? oh yeah, i wasn't breathing i think. i don't know. i have a sleep study on december 7th and 8th (a twofer) wherein i will probably be diagnosed with sleep apnea and get to wear an outerspace/underwater mask to go to sleep from now on.

FUCKING AWESOME, DOODS.

things that are true:

+ i love west wing so much that it actually makes me emo. i should totally get off the stick and get the dvds.

+ i have had to go to the doctor two days in a row because of the alien, and i have another appt in about 4 hrs to see one again. this time i think they are going to stick sharp things into my eyelid to address the issue.

+ i seriously don't care at this point, i'd just like my normal eye back, and i'd also like to be out of pain and grodiness, thanks.

+ i am so tired of dealing with doctors and insurance companies and hr departments and supervisors and quality assurance teams and cell phone overages and loneliness and cats that fart in my face and also bite the hell out of my hands while i'm sleeping.

+ i need a fucking vacation.

to outerspace/underwater.

+ after the appointment i am going to chill and watch west wing and not go to work and nap and maybe make a pot of soup and generally enjoy not being at work, even though it's because i am in pain and can't see so well.

+ i forgot to call marcel lastnight/tonight and that pisses me off.

+ i met lj user infocalypsed and we went to a dive bar and i got lost driving downtown and it was fun and he was really nice and generous (i should learn to at least have a ten spot in my pocket for when i need to take a cab--sorry again, jake, i owe you the next time you're here) and i wasn't embarrassed or nervous.

a psychological triumph, the only one this month.