It's been a shitty week. There have been some great moments, but some epic fouls (I'm watching episode 1, Season 2 of SATC) Carrie just caught a foul ball and is getting ready to meet the new Yankee. I hate baseball, but for SATC, I'll talk it all day long.
I've been all about stabbing today. I haven't actually stabbed anyone, it's just a metaphor for my mood. Although, there was this one moment in time I would have gladly if I could have gone through a phone line.... In line in the cafeteria this morning, I told an older gentleman that even if he didn't want to eat sushi, he should take the chopsticks. I told him he could poke people with them. He informed me I was clever and then swiped a set. I hope there wasn't a run in the ED of poking injuries.
I'm not violent by nature. I think I'm just sleep deprived. Maybe I'm what the U.S. Army needs. They need a whole bunch of women who don't sleep and have hormonal imbalances. We can kick any country any time. Go Army.