Finally.......

I guess I should begin with I'm sorry, but not really.

I would love to be announcing I got laid, or that I grew a set and told Twiggy Fuck off, or even better yet but that Twiggy Fuck has started to turn the corner and improve his behavior, but no that's not why I take a deep breath and say on the exhale,"Finally...."

I got back into my routine of studying. I couldn't get into it. I just wasn't that into anatomy and physiology. I took this class in high school. I hate repeats. I tend not to do well because I already know the information. I get bored and then miss something I forgot from 12 years ago. Although, I am still proud that I got my teacher to pronounce mucus as MUCK-us with regard to anywhere in the body but the mouth. Sometimes having an APRN for a mom makes it so easy to fuck with people in a medical sense.

Sorry I digress from my good news. I sat in my office for the first time this semester and finally got in the mood to study. It was awesome, being the geek I am. It was like my whole being knew it couldn't fuck around anymore the second I sat my ass in that chair. I even took homework with me to work and when the unit got quiet, I STUDIED!!!! Of course I did try to bribe all available nurses to do my homework, but it didn't happen.

In other boring life events:

Last night at work having my evening cigarette in the pit there was this cat. She was meowing and there was a black woman there as well, which I was amused by their interactions. Typically in my experience black women tend not to like cats and of course this cat was pulling out all the moves to get this woman to give it something to eat. She just wasn't having it. She stayed focused on her phone call and at one point put up her foot to block the cat from coming any closer.
I felt sorry for this emaciated cat. I called it over to me and did my inspection. It was a she with fleas. No ear mites. No signs of giving birth recently, however I do not think she was fixed. She was thin and most likely had worms. She was white with circle shaped orange tabby markings. If it wasn't for the flees and the fact that Twiggy Fuck would flip (which I guess means I'm desperately clinging to hope), she'd be here at my house right now.

I've decided that if I see her again she's coming home and getting flea dipped and I'm naming her "Spot"

It's after two I have to welcome myself to crazy cat lady status, right?