But me, tonight I'm warping about not smoking. Yeah, those other times I lied, big surprise. twenty-four hours plus right now. Patched, of course. No too bad of a day... I was the runner and I hit every vein I aimed at first time... even that of an old friend, who had been made gunshy from the last stick that she'd had. I was more than a little nervous, but not nearly as much as she was, heh. And I made a clean, hopefully almost painless successful stick the first time.... And the scan pleased me greatly, too.... The afternoon was yet again, almost devoid of patients. This hospital just doesn't understand me. One day, or week, or month, I'm run to a frazzle, and then I'm subjected to utter boredom. I really hate being bored, but it's a lot easier on my legs, of course, heh. And I had to get out of there 20 minutes early, just to continue my streak.... And you know what? I'm still damned tard. Came home and spent some time in the shop, mostly just not smoking... it's really hard to get used to. Of course, there's pleanty of stuff to get done out there, and I'm plodding away on it. Hopefully, I'll get the jointer going this weekend, and some clean-up done. Rhonda "borrowed" the shop-vac two weeks ago, and I need to get that back from her. And next time she wants to borrow it... she can go buy one, dammit. And he Jayhawks are losing... not really unexpected, but disappointing, nonetheless. And I'm going to bed really soon.
moonshine inevitably
causes destruction....
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