Dear sinuses,
Can we please have a night where you don't dump a metric fuckload of mucus down my throat? I know my allergies are causing you pain, but this act of retaliation does no one any good. Thanks.
2004-05-17
(no subject)
The good news: my ultrasound has been scheduled.
The bad news: it's been scheduled for Thursday at 8:30 AM.
The worse news: it's over in Overland Park, Kansas.
The worst news; it's 8:30 AM on the day after we get back from St. Louis for Z's grandfather's funeral.
Summary: I work a half-day tomorrow, then rush home, grab Z, and head out to St. Louis. Get there that night, spend the night at her mom's place, then go to the funeral, then head home. Wednesday night, I go to bed early, then leave the house at 7:00 AM to get to the ultrasound imaging facility on time (as check-in is at 8:15).
Fun fun fun.
The bad news: it's been scheduled for Thursday at 8:30 AM.
The worse news: it's over in Overland Park, Kansas.
The worst news; it's 8:30 AM on the day after we get back from St. Louis for Z's grandfather's funeral.
Summary: I work a half-day tomorrow, then rush home, grab Z, and head out to St. Louis. Get there that night, spend the night at her mom's place, then go to the funeral, then head home. Wednesday night, I go to bed early, then leave the house at 7:00 AM to get to the ultrasound imaging facility on time (as check-in is at 8:15).
Fun fun fun.