facing financial demons

i wish they were cute and fluffy like sammy. but they are more like the sharp pointy ends of his teeth. argh. why on paper does it appear that I should have 100 surplus every month? what am I doing with this extra 100? maybe I should be saving more off the top. then I would see the extra in my savings account. I think I am just pissing away $100 every friggin month.

ugh. this sucks. i hate writing out a budget. ugh

Mortification

I appear to be slightly obsessed with those horrendous vampire stories. I cannot help myself. The books are absolutely awful and yet there I am. Up till midnight with the tiny booklight.

Someone please help me. I am so embarrassed I might keel over and die.

I only wish that I had the ability to write such crack-like fiction and make a bizillion dollars while infecting other people with my lame plot twists and lack of descriptive sex.

I have the final installment to finish this weekend. I was hoping that getting to the end of the story would cure my insanity, but I fear it will only feed the demon.

I need a hobby. Or to get laid more often.

Fear my yawn!

Fear of Toilets

I have this great fear that I will clog/overflow the toilet at work. This is not as big a deal when you work on a floor with a lot of people and patients. This is a much bigger deal when you work in a private office with 3 other people and a staff restroom.

Please send help. and a plunger. Should I have asked for that when I made out my supply list?

egad.

New Year New Idea

I am jumping on the bandwagon here and will be using this blog again to talk about some of my non-mommy thoughts. Do I have any of those? We will have to wait and find out....

I think it's time for me to try and re-gain some of my "me" if that's at all possible. Not that this is a resolution as I personally think NYResolutions are dopey, but perhaps shedding a few baby pounds may help to the return of me. Or at least make me feel a little better about my bloated self.

I started a new job at the beginning of December and I feel like that is also helping me break out of my mommy rut. I am beginning to care about my career again, if even a little bit. Today I put on makeup and wore shoes with heels. I know! Who would have thought?

So over the coming months I will be using this space to think outside the diaper bin. hopefully.

Platypus Rising

Like the phoenix from the ashes, the platypus waddles again!

So bored

I have officially run out of things to do. I have no more blogs to read, no more items to surf the net for. I have no chart notes to write, no letters to send, no patients to follow up on. It's 1:52pm. I will not make it the next 4 1/2 to 5 hours without some diversion. Or some coffee. and based on the current twinlet situation, there will be no coffee. oh lord, what will I do for the rest of the day? Is napping at your desk gauche? Do you think you can get away with it pregnant? Let's find out.