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[fredericks]

If I was twenty years younger I'm pretty sure that, given the choice, I'd be lying in my bed under the covers sucking my fingers. I feel quite miserable and in need of comfort but I can't figure out why. I mean, overall the day was pretty neat: a frantic morning with no nurses in so I ended up having to see a lot of patients, more or less wrapped up around 4pm and got to enjoy a late lunch under shade in Washington Square Park, felt like I was more or less competent at my job, checked in and found out that I'm still on track WW-wise. This whole morose/droopy thing I have going on is not logical. I am rocking it hard, though. Like, one step away from blasting NIN's The Fragile, Left hard.

Yes, I'm in the zone.

Don't want to give up my MacBook, but after an incident with water spilled on the keypad I'm forced to take it into an Apple Store for repair. Sometime before the trip would be nice, because it's a little awkward to balance the USB port keyboard on my lap in addition to the actual laptop. But that would mean not having access to the internets for 3-4 business days. Is there a technology equivalent to methadone? Because the MacBook is so my heroin, and the withdrawal that I'm bound to go through if I have to part from it for more than two days? No good.

No idea what I'm going to do this w/e. Most likely regret working Friday. But tomorrow there shall be beer and spicy cheese fries and mockery!

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[darker-one.livejournal.com]

I get the inexplicable droopy miserableness from time to time too. I generally find that giving into it for a day helps it to pass. Next chance you get, ignore the world and hide under your covers for a few hours!

I hope it passes for you soon.

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

Done and done. Weekends are awesome. :)