Whine Blog · 7:18pm Apr 19th, 2013
The week started with Mom having shortness of breath and chest pains at church. According to her doctor, if she keeps eating the way she does and not exercising, she will, bluntly, die. I'm partially responsible, since I keep buying fast food and bringing unhealthy baked goods and candy from work.
(There's a reason I avoid the doctor. I imagine I'm not much better off.)
Speaking of work, someone moved departments, so now I've got extra hours until the new guy gets trained. I'd say "Yay, more money" but after three years in that place I'm making eight whole bucks an hour, so it's not too helpful. Not to mention I hate everything about it but the co-workers, so I can't wait to get my part-time hours and days off back. And of course there's nothing else anywhere. I live in America's armpit. (EDIT: Google says America has a lot of armpits. Huh.)
AND I found out that I ripped off someone else's story by accident. I feel terrible. My only consolation is that hardly anyone read it before I took it down. Yay?
Also, my mouthwash keeps burning off my tastebuds.
There! That's enough of that.
I reserved Cranky for The Album collab, and I'm going to try to get something done, soon, even though my imagination feels like a bus full of morbidly obese people parked on top of it. I have two different ways I can take the story, and they keep fighting in my head. We'll see.
