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All the world is Meh, today.

Just finished a four-day - one day off, inbetween - and heading into the FIVE-day that takes me STRAIGHT through to Christmas Eve. Oh, and we're under quarantine at work - ALL the residents have some dreadful GI thing - explosive, liquid shits/vomiting; resulting in a record 18 bed changes in one shift, the other night - Yeah. Happy Holidays. Not to mention, the Scabies are back..

ETA: Did you know that a dead body can a) get GOOSEBUMPS as the heat leaves it, b) make snoring noises? Yep. They can. And will probably fuck with my dreams for a long time, fyi. ISN'T THAT GREAT?!?


And it's ice-raining. Again. And it's not even New Years' and already, I'm sick of the freezing-to-death/no heat-thing.

And now? My dryer died. Just..died.

Amazing, the 'mysterious' things that occur while I try to sleep *cough*My mother, trying to dry my brother's heavy work stuff*cough*...So, while running around, getting the rest of my holiday shopping done IN ONE DAY for The Horde ™, I had to pick up two 'drying racks' and a pair of scrub pants. Sans iron, I will just have to be wrinkly, I guess. I had to deplete my meager savings to buy stuff for everyone and their Grandmother Christmas, and can not afford to even have it looked at...or buy food beyond bread and peanut butter. We'll just have to eat The Wall of Soup ™ until I get paid. No cookies, this year, or Christmas Brunch.

...and it's the 19th, and Teh Man has not even attempted to call a public defender, and his DUI 'sentencing' thing is the thirty-first. New Year's Eve. And he and his father got ANGRY at me the other night because I refused to let DJ go there and be their slave/drive all over town for them. The kid doesn't even have his license, yet. WHAT PART OF THAT DON'T THEY FUCKING UNDERSTAND?!?





This. Is why I don't post so much, anymore, people.


Whine, whine, whine. And I KNOW I should be grateful for SO-much-TRA-la-la, and that there's MUCH worse things going on with you all AND the rest of the world, but GOD DAMN. It's the CONSTANT, DAILY beatdown that adds up, yo. It gets OLD.

My apologies; I TRIED to catch up on my flist, last night, but after going back 180 posts? I gave the hell up and crawled into bed where it's warm.