12 Days...

Another day gone... and still my To Do list growing. I think I just had a mini TIA/MI/Vagal event when I opened an email from my travel company with a list of documents I still need to turn in... I was like oh shit!! For-realzzz??? 

Yesterday ended up being an awesome day. Dad and I rescheduled lunch for Friday so I met a friend instead. The only times I feel like I see him are when one of us are either coming or going to or from LA. It's been like a year. But oh well, one more goodbye out of the way. I may shed a tear.

Update on my boxes... I couldn't look at them in my living room anymore so I moved them back to the bedroom. I did at least put some clothes and randoms in them but naturally the pair of jeans I wanted to wear today were in the bottom so the boxes are back to being empty.

I was at a restaurant for Happy Hour (mah shit true love) and it was so annoying how many people want to talk to you at the bar. I mean geez. Then I got asked a ton of questions about my travel position and blah blah blah. I may have had one too many martinis just because people were annoying... Ok fine, maybe it wasn't that bad but this hag did say being a travel nurse to her seemed like being a 'Nomad.' I mean really...

I didn't work out today or run... another issue in itself. I did however cook some AUHmazing food. I could eat my body weight in pork tenderloin. Purchasing all the food wasn't pleasant. I dropped an entire container of 18 count eggs. Yes... all 18 of them went crashing to the floor with about 5 onlookers present and 3 'stock-ers.' I should really find out if all these words I use are actually real or not. WTF. Then this batty woman handed me a card for alcoholism awareness when I was buying about 8 bottles of wine.. no judgment, they were on sale. Then the cashier asked me to get my items out of the basket myself and didn't even help me! Literally watched me do it. Naturally it can't be that easy. I dropped my 6 honeycrisp apples out of the bag and they all go rolling across the floor. Does this happen to other people?? I literally drove to another market and purchased my apples because I refused to pack all my shit back up in my basket and go get more.

Got home without killing myself, another person, or my beloved eggs. Cooked, organized the piles of shit that will eventually make it to a box, and took a nap. Ok I lie, I closed my eyes for about 15 minutes because I couldn't stop reading the second Hunger Games book. All in all I am very blessed and need to be more upbeat. But after to sacrifice of my eggs, apples, and contemplating my drinking problem I don't have to energy to be my sarcastic self at this point. I owe an upbeat sarcastic blog ;)

12 Days to go...