rough week

I'm only posting because I have one half hour to kill before I need to drink some foul sugar liquid and go to a doctor's appointment where I will have my blood drawn to check for diabetes and then it's off to work for me for another ten hour day, if I'm lucky, under halogen lights while the rest of you (okay, probably only Michele because she's lame enough to quit her job (I say lame because I have no idea why she quit her job and therefore it's fair for me to assume some unreasonable reason)) get to enjoy the sun and the kitties and the only way for me to stay awake is to write this completely nonsensical run-on sentence like I used to do in college for my short story classes in the hopes that something brilliant would emerge and guide the way to a glorious, deep and meaningful story about some girl with a child, going to the hospital to get checked for cancer because her mother died of cancer and all she remembers are the fairy tales about her mother's childhood in Mexico and she's terrified.

In the next episode, see fabulous post on existentialism (bobby falls in the well) with picture!