That Bloody Girl

I started off this morning with bacon. That makes for a good day. Worked with one of my favorite paras today, and not only did he bring me bacon this morning, we only ran two calls. One was a transfer. All is well with the world. On this day. After having extensive conversations with a couple of the people around here--all of them friends of mine and required to be supportive--it appears people might actually want to read my book. Well, two people anyway. And my mom...she'd probably read it. That's success, there, folks. So, I am thinking hard about it again. I have most of the plot flushed out, but the characters not so much. I think I need to work on that to really get a grasp of who they are as people. I think that if I can understand everyone to the best of my ability, I won't get held up on so many of the little things that always seem to hold me up. Excluding, of course, laziness and procrastination. I don't know what to do about those things--except maybe st

Well, here I am, sitting in a university sports complex, waiting around to get paid to watch a basketball game. How nice for me. That's a pretty cool thing about EMS, that we basically get paid to be around. Our entire job is to be there, in case of emergency. So, sometimes, we just hang out. And get overtime pay for it, too. Win-win, people. That's what they call a win-win. So, here's another useless post. I posted last night, posted the night before--see, I told you I would get back on the wagon, or whatever they call it in this instance. For some reason, all of the terminology I have on that sort of thing seems to have come from AA. Well, AA in the movies and television, anyway. I don't know what they say in the real AA. Probably some depressing shit, though. Probably nothing I want to hear. So, I am working on some writing project again. Kind of like I said I would several months ago. Ha. We'll see how far I get this time. Maybe I can actually commit to somethin

So, I bought an iPad. I'm now one of those people. Who those people are, I don't know, but I am one of them. Welcome to the present, or whatever. The thing is, the laptop I was--so kindly and sweetly--given by my friend Nancy (hi Nancy! I miss you!) doesn't have a word processer and the sound is all messed up--probably my doing, fucking up the speakers or something. Anyway, its ancient as it is, and I need a new intrument by which to operate, so iPad I bought. I can blog, facebook, tweet, watch Hulu and Netflix, AND I can write on it, which is sort of why I actually kind of made the ridiculous purchase. Because I like to write. And I miss it. And I couldn't do it so well for a while because all of the computers ever that I have ever owned are knackered. Just fucking knackered.  So, now I have an iPad. I'm looking at the brightside of this purchase, because, as happy as I am about the device, I am unhappy about the money. Always, always unhappy about the mon

How Do You Eat an Elephant? Today was Thanksgiving. I am sure if you're in America and not currently in a coma, you didn't need me to tell you. Well, I needed somebody to tell me, because I have forgotten pretty much everything this week. Like, everything. I forgot that I had an exam over cardio in my A&P class. Didn't even GET to study for it. Well, that's my own fault, isn't it? I forgot my brother's birthday, on November the sixth. Actually only remembered it was November today. Happy belated birthday, Brother. See you at your wedding, the RSVP to which I forgot to mail.  I also forgot that I was having dinner with his new wife, my sister, mother, aunt, and cousin. Completely didn't even register until I was at home, in my pajamas, already fed and someone texted me inquiring after my absence. (Sister of the year award, anyone?) I forgot about Thanksgiving, obviously, and only remembered earlier this week when I realized I was working on a