Oy

Nov. 15th, 2001 04:20 pm
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Dropped Jay off at the dentist's. Apparently my previous dentist recently sold off his practice, got married, went to the dr cuz his eye turned pink, found out he had spinal cancer and it was in his brain and died within a month of finding out. Eek. That is pretty scary... it seems like so many people are getting cancer than used to, and it's not just elderly people that smoke alot, but normal people. Scary scary :(

So anyhow, there is a new dentist that took over the practice. I need to find out if my dental through Nate covers him and make appt. and such. Now that I don't work, I can't make excuses about not wanting to take the time off. I also need to make an appt with counselor at Chabot to discuss majors and such.

Thanksgiving menu is planned and I was going to try to go shopping this week so I wouldn't have weekend before thanksgiving lines. But then Nate came home sick (my poor bunny) and my mom asked me to take Jay and such... So I didn't get to it. Maybe tomorrow but prolly more like next week. I need to clean more too.

Well I feel at a loss to describe the other things going on... sometimes maybe I expect too much. And I'm not even sure of what I want, much less what to expect. Anyways, that's a whole separate thing we won't get into. I don't have my stepfather's address or phone number, and it seems in spite of protestations to the contrary, as if he'd like me to not be in his life. I suppose I shouldn't even worry about it, it's not like he's the person he used to be. The fact of the matter is, I let people walk away from me. Part of me expects to be used and then abandoned once I am no longer shiny and novel. Ick... I'm getting all down and such, so best wrap this up.
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Well I'm chilly chilly and generally wanting to go home. Work sucks lately. As if any of us need more stress on top of the current situation - ugh. I'm trying to just not let the little work stuff get to me, but it makes me angry to shove aside my feelings... But now is just not the time. Maybe I'll call in sick tomorrow - it wouldn't be so far from the truth. Don't know that I really want to be alone for 8 or 9 hrs though. Sigh. I need friends I can hug. My, but this is a gloomy and self-pitying little entry - well, we're all petty sometimes, and I try not to edit myself unless I have to.

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