So, this is beyond lazy, but I really don't care.
You're getting some random stuff today:
What's on my stereo . . .
Since I have a six-disc changer in the vehicle, I tend to load it up on Sunday and play the music all week. Occassionally the cds will change during the week for special occassions, but generally they stay the same. This week, we have some oldies but goodies:
1 - Ani Difranco - Dilate
2 - Metallica - S & M - Disc One
3 - Joss Stone - The Soul Sessions
4 - The Killers - Hot Fuss
5 - Pat Benetar - Greatest Hits (oh shut up, you know you like her!)
6 - Mix CD - Powerman 5000, Local H, The Gorillaz, Union Underground, Lo Fidelty Allstars, The Vines, Jet, Weezer, Soundgarden
What's on my nightstand . . .
1 - The God Gene: How Faith is Hardwired Into Our Genes - Dean Hamer
2 - The Complete Short Stories of F. Scott Fitzgerald
3 - Capote - Gerald Clarke
4 - The Encyclopedia of Serial Killers - Michael Newton
What's on my settae . . .
My running clothes.
Because Dr. McCarron called with my MRI results . . . and, quote:
"Are you determined to have a hip replacement before you're thirty?!?!?! We talked about this. You can NOT run. I cleared you for walking. Period. STOP running immediately or you're going to be in a wheelchair for a while again."
So I'm reduced to walking.
What's on my mind . . .
I'm completely obsessive.
I can't stop thinking about someone.
And I'm sure that they're about tired of me.
I would be tired of me.
Nonstop emailing, calling, textmailing, etc.
I also have work on my mind.
I'm swamped beyond reason.
And instead of getting better (read as LIGHTER), it's getting worse.
I evalled 4 kids on Friday.
All of which qualify for services.
So when I get scripts (sorry, prescriptions) back on each of them, that's another 12 hours to add to my caseload.
Lovya, mean it.