Tired and cranky and homework that never ends.
Nursing school is such total ass.
There are some days though, today being one of them, when I leave the hospital feeling like I could maybe truly be a real nurse someday and not always so completely incompetent.
Rawk.
Home and there was a package in the mailbox from my love. Be jealous of my new ultra svelte and trendy penlight.
He is the sweetest.
Thinking about it makes me feel warm and mushy inside and also like I might cry because there is only one towel hanging in the bathroom and empty space in the bed that smells only like me.
Ok. So there isn't that much empty space in the bed since I like to hog it all up...but you know what I mean.
2 comments:
you are loved, precous girl.
um, that's 'precious.'
my eyes weren't focusing yesterday at 5am.
can't have trish's blogosphere thinking i can't effin' spell.
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