Thursday, December 21st, 2006 • 1 Comment on Minor Rant
I’m sick and Dayquil and Nyquil only do so much. Why the hell is it Nyquil, anyway? Shouldn’t it be Niquil? Or Nightquil? Whatever. Stupid drugs.
I want my damn PowerBook back from the damn Apple robots who are supposedly fixing it. It’s been “gutted” for three days, which is not a word I want associated with anything I own. I have no hope of my files being intact when I get it back and t’s going to be a pain in the ass getting everything set up the way I had it. At least I have everything backed up. (Note to Apple robots, who may discover my blog while “running diagnostics” on my comptuer”: Please don’t hold my PowerBook hostage any longer.)
I hate doctors, nurses and people who answer phones for doctors and nurses. I hate tests, doctors’ offices, hospitals and more tests. I hate the vague, ambiguous way they tell you something is wrong with you without actually saying something is wrong with you. I hate follow-up exams, because they’re like make-up math tests: if I failed it the first time, I’m going to fail it the second time.
Christmas is here. Crap. Where is my happy face mask and my sparkly good nature wand when I need them? Right next to my 29th Birthday tiara, probably.
A thought: Life is not a rollercoaster, life is white water rafting and you never know when there are treacherous rocks around the next bend just waiting to fuck you up.
I need more drugs, clearly.