It’s 2 am. The house is quiet, even the cats are sleeping peacefully. I, of course, am wide flipping awake.
Maybe I should be doing something constructive..you know; make your insomnia work for you!
Nah.
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My next intern night is this coming Friday. I’ve got to say that so far I am enjoying the experience. I still feel like we should be able to accept tips (or SOMETHING!) for our efforts. I don’t grok TX’s rules about this. Its not like it wouldn’t make us work harder or push ourselves to learn more. *shrug* Me no say.
I /am/ being productive, now I think about it. I’m going through my collection of laid back type music as a review for possible use in the massage office. Some of the crap they play at the intern clinic sucks gangrenous donkey dick. Some of it sounds like music rejected by the elevator companies. Bad, bad BAD instrumentals over ho-hum nature sounds. Why did ANYONE think that random and poorly recorded wolf howls and inexpertly played light jazz was a good idea? And who on earth thougth it would be relaxing? I will never, ever figure out people’s ideas about what is relaxing and what isn’t.
Hey! Random chat in the AM…whatchoo want?
Oh…I see. Alright. Here’s a warning: if you see me online, and check out my profile (which sez “massage therapist”) *don’t* ask me about erotic massage. If I was a sex worker, it would say so. It does not. I am a therapist. I am not here to yanky your wanky. Got it pally? Good. Now fuck off.
The Process 
Sigh
Stressing over money for school, knowing my credit is something from a horror film. Beating our way through the pain of buying a house. Screaming silently at stupid super-hero names in City of Heroes (though I have to admit, the pink-and-green costumed “thuper-man” pretty much raised the bar on stupid…). And then…
Barbie, huh?(shudder)
(shakes his head)
Sometimes the Mother LOVES to put things into perspective for you.
Or not…
Good luck with the Barbie stuff.
And I understand the 2am thing. Have YET to ever adjust to daylight schedules. Love the quiet background of nighttime, as opposed to the constant rushing drone of the city daytime. Seems like the only time people just calm down a little is once the sun rests itself. So, sleep well, eventually.
And, as if I really need to say it:
Good to see you back and doing well.
R
Re: Sigh
Ya’ll are buying a house? Wow!! *shock,amazement* Congratulations!
And yes, it *is* a nightmare of paperwork and freaky real estate agents.
Thanks for the thumbs up dollface. 🙂
Re: Sigh
Dollface?
(snicker)
Your the only person who would EVER call me that…
Yeah, the house stuff is kinda a scary thing. People telling you how much youa re worth, people telling you what they think of your house choice. People changing their minds, people refusing to fix stuff. It is…interesting. As in the lines of, “May you live in INTERESTING times…” kind of interesting.
And yes, our agent is, to say the least, freaky. Concidering the commission, you would think she could, just once, be on TIME for an appointment.
But congrats on the inter stuff. I know you have been wanting to do that for a LONG time. It is very good to see you doing it. Have to swap email stuff about. Got a couple other things for you to chew on…
R
Re: Sigh
But you ARE a dollface! 😉
Just buying a house is a nightmare – and gets uglier whenever someone has less than perfect credit. I feel for you, I really do.
Thanks for the conga-rats!
Email is the same its always been “triplemare@yahoo.com”. I’ve had the same email for years now.
Congrats on the intern status…It won’t last that long and then you will be (tadah dah dah)
In Charge of Your Own Destiny
(with some input from the state of Texas)
again – congrats on getting so much done and doing so well
Heyla, good to hear from you! Welcome back.
In Charge of My Own Destiny
ahhh…what a nice ring that has. Now all I need is a nice angel choir to follow me around. Then I’d get a booming “Hallelujah!” whenver I make a good decision. Although I shudder to think what might happen if I do something wrong.
*makes mental note to enquire after only New Testament type angels. None of that fiery sword-swinging crowd from the Old!*