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And I'm gonna be THIRTY!! And what comes after THIRTY? FORTY!!! AAAAHHHHH! Followed by Nursing Nerdity.

I would show you a picture of the white hell I just shoveled myself out of, but the camera is in the car. Which is parked a block away. Because I dug it out of my front yard (yes, the snow from the front yard was continuous with the snow on the top of my car) and tried to move it to the other side of the road. And got stuck in the process. A block down the street. And some nice guys pushed me out. Because Maddie was home alone sleeping and I was standing in the middle of the road outside of my stuck vehicle, beginning to cry and whispering "fuck" like some lost little indie girl in those stupid comic books because my back hurt so bad from shoveling all the snow and I was stuck and isn't this just the perfect metaphor for my life in general right now.

NURSING NERDITY:
Everything is fucked. Not really. I'll be okay. Like Dory in Finding Nemo: "Just keep swimming, just keep swimming..."
There is definitely not enough time to do all the work I need to do in a week. That whole, "Read once, then re-read, then do the study guide, then visit related websites" strategy? OUT THE FUCKING WINDOW. If I'm lucky, I read through everything once. Which, by the way, makes me feel super confident. And competent. WHAT? YOU WANT ME TO INSERT A CATHETER? SURE! I THINK I REMEMBER READING ABOUT THAT SOMEWHERE! HERE, LET ME JUST GRAB MY TEXTBOOK AND WE'LL LOOK AT THE PICTURES TOGETHER.
FUCK.
And yes, I realize the all-caps are annoying and I apologize for that, but CAPS IS HOW I FEEL.
Patsy, who just got her NCLEX date from the state (ha!), is assuring me that it's all worth it.
I am still not enjoying getting used to being alone. Reason #642: I've got studying to do, and the sink is full of dishes. Well, now it's not. Because I spent the last two hours shoveling and washing dishes. TWO HOURS THAT I COULD HAVE BEEN STUDYING.

At this point, I'm trying to focus on happy thoughts related to a few things that could make me feel better if I had the chance:

1. Hot tub
2. Time to sit in the hot tub
3. Time to even set foot inside the gym I give $53 to every month to not sit in their hot tub.
4. Cold alcoholic beverage to accentuate the hotrelaxyness of said hot tub. Something with booze in it. Entirely naughty. Something that will make me question my ability to walk once I'm out of said hot tub.
4. Bob Saget coming out with a new stand-up video, then personally picking me up from the gym ("It's okay! Here, I'll carry you. No worries - I'll drive!") and bringing me home to watch the new DVD with me. And he brings popcorn. And he rubs my feet while we watch it and says... well, he says things that are so unexpectedly foul and WRONG and dirty, and this makes me laugh. And he doesn't call me Stephanie, because if he did I'd think I was his daughter on Full House which would completely ruin the moment. So he doesn't call me Stephanie. He calls me...

Okay. Better now.

Posted by stephanie at February 6, 2008 09:32 PM