I'm sorry @Skeebo . That is sad news.
I never met a chocolate I didn't like. I even made a "Flavor" consisting of ALL my chocolates nothing but that, and I thought I might use it as a "Stone" but like, I am also perfectly fine vaping it straight

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I have this weird sort of "frantic" in the back of my neck, but like I am hoping it is stress/no Ambien day two. Bedtime is 11:30 (it coulda been later) wake up time is like 7 tomorrow.
LOL I called my mom and told her that and she was like "OMG CONGRATS!!!! I never got OFF it EVER!!" I was like, "Uh, Mom, trust me, this is not the medication hill I plan to die on."
She was like, "What?" I was like, "Oh...dealing with my 50 mg daily of Valium (it's actually not that bad for you) that my doc put me on because it fixed my tremor RIGHT before the whole opiate crap explosion." She was like.... "Ooooh."
I was like ,"Yeah, it was actually kind of HARD to get there like valley of the dolls hard, but I have a feeling it is going to be way harder to STOP and everyone's gonna think I'm dying of seizures again. Of course, that could actually happen."
So we were whining at each other about like, uh, how busy we were. She was like, "Okay outside of everything bad going on, what have you been doing?" And I was like, "You know.... Crying..... Trying to switch state ship with the whole CORONACRAP (I'm sorry after 43.7 hours of mask per day I am just DONE. I really am) gibbering in a corner that type of entertainment."
I think she was hoping for happy news but finally she had to be like, "I am the same I have to go teach a class! I'm sorry!:" I was like, "Uh, don't sweat it."
So yeah, did trainings which are infuriating because I can know/guess 90% of them but then there is that 10% "the government" and like..... That 10% is filled with stuff I don't know.
I wrote a letter about scheduling to my bosses and my husband fixed it (it's cool it doesn't say much other than, "The schedulers suck and this is why") but he wrote multimillion dollar architectural contracts. He strips what you write of all emotion, conjecture or anything else human. If I don't get scheduling privileges NOW, well, lDK.
If I don't, I do not know what I will do. They are a department where the goofy outgoing one like blathers on about her phone addiction at work like, right AT you and you are like,. "How nice and totally against policy" but you don't. You also don't say "Wow. That's wonderful. I don't even have time for a lunch break to find a new doctor."
Yeah, doc letter is tomorrow.
Anna
I never met a chocolate I didn't like. I even made a "Flavor" consisting of ALL my chocolates nothing but that, and I thought I might use it as a "Stone" but like, I am also perfectly fine vaping it straight



I have this weird sort of "frantic" in the back of my neck, but like I am hoping it is stress/no Ambien day two. Bedtime is 11:30 (it coulda been later) wake up time is like 7 tomorrow.
LOL I called my mom and told her that and she was like "OMG CONGRATS!!!! I never got OFF it EVER!!" I was like, "Uh, Mom, trust me, this is not the medication hill I plan to die on."
She was like, "What?" I was like, "Oh...dealing with my 50 mg daily of Valium (it's actually not that bad for you) that my doc put me on because it fixed my tremor RIGHT before the whole opiate crap explosion." She was like.... "Ooooh."
I was like ,"Yeah, it was actually kind of HARD to get there like valley of the dolls hard, but I have a feeling it is going to be way harder to STOP and everyone's gonna think I'm dying of seizures again. Of course, that could actually happen."
So we were whining at each other about like, uh, how busy we were. She was like, "Okay outside of everything bad going on, what have you been doing?" And I was like, "You know.... Crying..... Trying to switch state ship with the whole CORONACRAP (I'm sorry after 43.7 hours of mask per day I am just DONE. I really am) gibbering in a corner that type of entertainment."
I think she was hoping for happy news but finally she had to be like, "I am the same I have to go teach a class! I'm sorry!:" I was like, "Uh, don't sweat it."
So yeah, did trainings which are infuriating because I can know/guess 90% of them but then there is that 10% "the government" and like..... That 10% is filled with stuff I don't know.
I wrote a letter about scheduling to my bosses and my husband fixed it (it's cool it doesn't say much other than, "The schedulers suck and this is why") but he wrote multimillion dollar architectural contracts. He strips what you write of all emotion, conjecture or anything else human. If I don't get scheduling privileges NOW, well, lDK.
If I don't, I do not know what I will do. They are a department where the goofy outgoing one like blathers on about her phone addiction at work like, right AT you and you are like,. "How nice and totally against policy" but you don't. You also don't say "Wow. That's wonderful. I don't even have time for a lunch break to find a new doctor."
Yeah, doc letter is tomorrow.
Anna