Shit I've Learned So Far This Week
1. If you're in a shitty mood, listening to Michael Jackson and Prince and doing the robot with a patient WILL fix it. Seriously; that happened yesterday. #amazeballs
2. Eating an entire bag of chocolate covered apricots will do a couple things. First, it'll make you hyper as shit. This actually worked out to my advantage, because I really needed to organize my office. Crushed it. Second, eating said entire bag will also give you gas. Like screw the floaty cushion located under your seat, kids. You are now your own flotation device. You may say, "Duh Lindsey, you're a nurse. You should know that." First of all, of course I do. Second of all, kiss my ass. Lastly, I regret nothing. They were fucking delicious.
3. When you're navigationally impaired like I am, trying a new way to get to work in the morning after you've already overslept is the dumbest fucking idea ever. I won't even talk about my morning yesterday, because it was like one of those dreams where you're running down a never-ending hallway.
4. This nail polish I purchased looks different on my nails than in the bottle. This really sucks donkey balls, as I was really trying to get a color close to the one I had from my manicure. Balls.
5. While on the metro, men seem to be amused when they notice I am watching Star Trek on my phone. Listen guy, fuck off. Clearly I need to add you as a category to my 'Gems of the DC Metro' masterpiece.
6. I have the worst post-book depression ever. I stretched out Written In My Own' Heart's Blood as long as I could. I cried like a little bitch when I finished. Actually, I cried like a bitch several times during that book.
7. Sunday is a full moon. This explains why things at work have been ramping up as the week progresses. This means tomorrow should be fanfuckingtastic! Speaking of full moon, pretty sure my 'nephew' is going to arrive this weekend. Lindsay says no, but this coincides with my predicted date. I'm just sayin'. Speaking of babies, several of you keep asking me about these things, for whatever reason you are interested in my damn uterus. Perhaps I'll respond to the questions one of these days. Maybe that'll shut you fuckers up.
On that positive note, I'm out! Have a great weekend, bitchachos!