angst and woe

Warranty?

~ Bon Steele ~ Leave a comment

I think it ran out four years ago.

Not on my car.
On my body.  😦

I am sitting here, stiffly, painfully, and somewhat embarrassed with a bulged disc in my lower back. 

How did I get this?

Competitive rodeo-clowning?
Bar fight with a pack of Dobermans and their poodle overlords?
Crash testing a new rocket sled in the back forty?

Nein.

I got it, DO NOT LAUGH, by sitting for hours in my crappy office chair while I look for a job. I think the Evil Bed might also have played a heinous part in this tragedy.

At any rate, I finally went to the University Health Services – because I had serendipitously gotten an email that said I had a ‘Grace Semester’ left to use their services, post-graduation. The very nice doc gave me Rx for Prednisone, a corticosteroid, to help with the inflammation. She also prescribed generic Norco for the pain. I’m not a huge fan of taking pills or meds, but I am pathetically grateful for these.

Even if I do sit up until 3AM looking up drug interactions, side effects, and the like.

Anxiety and WebMD do NOT mix.

∞

~ Bon Steele ~ Leave a comment

Aw, man.
Still out there looking for a job. Still trying to figure out the consulting writer gigs and opportunities. Still trying to figure out what needs to go in a professional writer portfolio.

 

Wasn’t there supposed to be a manual for Adulthood?  ’cause I never got mine, if so.

 

The Google image search for it is pretty hysterical, though. 

Insomnia, You Treacherous Bitch

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“The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets.” 

-Poppy Z. Brite

 

 

What do we want?

COFFEE.

 

When do we want it?

 

 COFFEE.

 

This may be the only time wherein I am grateful that I am not yet working a regular job. Because no way would I, in any sort of fashion, be productive at all.

Or even just, yanno, not drooling on myself at my desk.

 

The last time I looked at the clock before I started the (seemingly) four hour hypnagogic state – where I thought I was awake but honestly was asleep – it was three-something.

And in case that run on sentence doesn’t clue you in, I am way tired and loopy today. Also, I think my coffee needs an espresso shot. Didn’t I order the large?