sick people abound, employees and patients.

someone called in sick tomorrow, so there is only two evening persons(one is coming in early). now one of the morning people can’t make it, which means I have to show up at 06:30 to do her shift.

this weekend is going to absolutely stink. it’s REALLY tough to keep to lent promises at this place. REALLY hard.

on the plus side, maybe it’ll snow so much tomorrow that people won’t want to come in. fingers are crossed.

plus, I received my latin textbook today so I can hopefully start learning how to speak e pluribus unum-esque.

but with the patients at this place: do people TRY to act as stupid as possible, or is in some kind of unnatural genetic mutation?

because looking at it made me more angry, and if I’ve got to work at that hole the entire weekend, I don’t need that.

all 200 double spaced pages of it. I decided against writing anymore, I didn’t see the need to necessarily add to it…yet.

3 words that cause me problems with fiction writing:
had
began/beginning
was

The last word is too ingrained in the text as of now for me to adjust within the time constraints I have, but I’ll get to it this summer. As of now, the creative thesis is done.

now I’ve got to work on the 10-15 page academic part dealing with where fantasy fits in the canon, and how it ought to be looked at critically.

that’ll be done by st. patrick’s day.

maybe it’s because he’s an extremely partisan person with nothing but negative things to say?

Or maybe it’s because he sucked on SNL.

because let’s not kid ourselves, he did suck on SNL.