Day 2 of orientation -- not even classes! -- and all I can do is SHRIEK INSIDE MY HEAD because seriously? Seriously? Sitting in a room for basically seven hours and trying to learn stuff EVEN if it is stuff about how nice the rec center is and how I get free pap smears (I know, right? I'm gonna get one every week just on principle!) and how it is not okay to flash patients your thong-th-thong-thong-thong EVEN if it is just by accident and all that?
It is making my brain into one of those too-hard poops, you know, a really tightly packed stool that pushes the boundaries of what poop particles are capable of and really makes you THINK (and you DO have time to think, since it takes like an hour and a half to pass the thing, I swear, nulliparas push out nine-pounders in less time than it's gonna take this thing to leave your asshole) where was I oh yeah REALLY MAKES YOU THINK about the origin of the phrase "shit a brick."
It's pressed too hard for its own good and stuff that should be separate is all immobilized and it doesn't corner too well, this turd that was my brain.
I'm sure everything is going to be fine though.
EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE FINE.
One unforeseen benefit of being out of the house from 7 to 5 is that I am no longer touched out at the end of the day. And I actually like rolling around on the floor with the kids, and tickling them and getting kicked in the gums by them and having them jab me in the solar plexus with their sharp sharp chins. No, really! I like it!
Maybe that is also the antidepressants, at their fullest flower.
Either way, who could complain about that?
Well. Nice talking with you. I have to go find things in the freezer and put them in the microwave and eat them now. Love you bye.