boo hoo

I need to change.

Things definitely need to change.

If only I can snap my fingers and actually feel the way I want to feel and act the way I need to act.

If only it was that easy.

Until then, hello self-pity party with one person on the guest list, let me sing myself to sleep - it's my party and I'll cry if I want to.

who, what, where

I've been lazy and boring to say the least. Not bored mind you, boring. Erm.

Work is work. At the desk - smile and problem solve. At the bedside - smile and run around. It's not the same anymore. Moments wherein I feel I am genuinely a nurse and not someones maid seems far in between. I am a drama queen.

Home is home. My days off were spent lounging in my pjs with a bottomless tea cup and random snacks - a true couch potato (yes, I googled how to spell that). And of course, remote on one hand and the laptop on another. I'm cool like that. Or not.

Aside from that, I'm at J's nagging at how much of a guy's place it is. If I were a maid, I would have made so much money. We made a bet, I will pay $100 if I come and the place is reasonably clean and he will pay if it's dirty according to my low(ered) standards. So far, one win for me. Sigh.

Are we caught up yet?

Same old, same old.