Wine and Doritos

Not that great of a combo.

But I'm doing it anyway because I love them each so much independently, yet desire them both currently.

In other news, Dex and I are chillaxing. He's on his end of the sectional licking his tail like his life depends on it. And I, well, you know what I am doing. If only the CD ROM drive doubled as a cup holder when ejected - my wine is all the way on the coffee table, next to my propped up feet. That's right.

This is the first full week of October. Which means time is moving on. Which is a good thing. Which reminds me, over the weekend, I learned how to say 'penis' in French - "la bite." :-) I haven't done shit with my French lessons on Rosetta Stone lately. My plan was (is?) to pursue my lessons aggressively in his absence and impress the hell out of him when he gets back. Oh, also, I'm going to work out regularly. HA. La femme mange du bite. Well, it looks like I know a little French. :-) Don't translate that...

And while I have you all here, I need to make a few points: 1. Heroin is even worse than you think it is. Never do it. 2. It's okay to let your neighbor give you hair gel and food. 3. When you always survey the side of the main road you take to work wondering if there are ever bodies on the side of the road, it's weird when you come home on a Monday and learn that a body was found on the side of the main road that you take to work. 4. If I could somehow wrap my hands around the entire ADT corporation and just choke it until it dies, I would. 5. I swear I paid the ATT bill last month, damn it.

And so, it's looking like a decent week, even though at work we're receiving a diversion from another hospital. Still, if I can just make it three more days, I'll have a sweet three.day.weekend. I sooo need a break from people on drugs that want to kill themselves. We're not a substance abuse facility, but damn it all, we have to make sure the substance induced mood disorder patients don't kill themselves. I've heard it said that herding [high school] freshman is like herding cats. Well, herding state psych hospital patients is like shooting yourself repeatedly with a high caliber handgun, but in a way you just can't seem to die. And then people that are supposed to be helping you come by and stomp the entry holes. Yeah. BUT, this emotional self-mutilation gives us the money to help PAY OFF ALL OUR DEBT EXCEPT FOR MY STUDENT LOANS (for now). Yeah!! I guess I'll keep 'shooting' myself for a while longer. Like I said, it's gonna be a decent week.

Hey - WINE!!