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:: Monday, October 11, 2004 :: :: Friday, October 08, 2004 :: vacation... day five.... sigh.:: Thursday, October 07, 2004 :: vacation.... day four.... i almost feel bad about today. i didn't accomplish SHIT. okay, i DID get a few ebay packages done.... and i did manage to clean and clear some space in "the room" (as it is often known).... but in the grand scheme of things, this was a day of absolute vegetation. and i think i may do it again tomorrow. oh wait. never mind. more doctor crap friday. oh joy. sidenote - there is NOTHING worse than having your doctor tell you he wants you to come back in for the results of your labwork. yea, i'll sleep well tonight. yea.:: Wednesday, October 06, 2004 :: vacation..... day three....... road trip. unavoidable. damn. not relaxing, not resting, not vacation. my own damn fault. sigh. argh. on the upside... mazzoni's in the ville serves a BITCHin' fish sammich and something called an 'oyster roll' .... handful of oysters breaded and deepfried.. and i DO love me some oysters! and got in my latest spun order, which is always fun.... oh and mmmmm... microwave burritos gooooooooood.:: Tuesday, October 05, 2004 :: vacation..... day two.... doctor appointment... i hate them. it's not so much hearing things i don't want to hear that bothers me - it's NOT hearing things i EXPECT to hear... like "you're not dying" .... or "no, your heart won't seize up anytime soon" ... or even "no, go ahead and keep smoking two packs a day - it's PERFECTLY safe" ... ok, i'm stretching on the third one but you get what i mean. and i've discovered, it doesn't matter HOW many times i tell the nurse "be warned - my veins are rollers", they STILL insist on poking my arms until THEY'RE satisified and THEN finally go for one of my wrist veins... like i always ask them to do from the get-go. sigh. now the three day wait to find out i'm NOT dying. i hate waiting for lab work to come back.:: Monday, October 04, 2004 :: vacation.... day one...... mega dentist appointment (why DO i schedule this shit in at the beginning of my down time?!?! i couldn't have gone for friday??!!) .... now off for an oil change and rotation.... amusing how my vacations have become anything but. christ. and then auction shipments to worry about later..... and i REALLY should do some bill paying before someone comes after my ass..... and i NEED to finish that computer i've been working on... though i have not the faintest idea of where exactly i'll put it into service... or even if i have a place to put it.... sigh.
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