Crankidy Crankidy Doooo

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So, in a few minutes I’m heading to the doctor for my annual exam. My friend at work, LT calls it getting “cranked open” and ya know? that’s about right. Gah. Bleargh. Bphlaugh. Not excited about this…however it’s been ohhhhhhhh about a handful or more years since I’ve made this trek and it’s a little nuts the things going around in my head…I’m just ready for it to be finished and get a clean bill of health and motor on into the day.

I haven’t been because, well, there’s been nothing going on in that arena for some time now, and I have no insurance. I know. I KNOW. Just pay it, fork it over and pay it. I am going to. I get my bartending $ today and will use that to make my first payment on my new shiny shiny computer and to pay for this oh so fun endeavor. I did make first commission yesterday, which will make up for the ugly little paycheck I got on the 15th.

Work is semi busy today…the whole month is crazy stupid busy. I just looked at my calendar and seriously folks…something every single weekend. I was booking appointments 6 weeks out yesterday…and it was November 11th. The day after my birthday. So that means in 6 weeks, I will have completed the Race for the Cure, Fall Fest, bartending at a wedding, the live event for the tv pilot, ghouls gone wild parade and smores & whores party at my house, star wars live in concert, traveling to chicago/wisconson for the theatre reunion, and my birthday.

woof.

Ok…I’m getting more coffee, hitting the shower and finding something appropriate to take off at the doctor’s office.

Gah.

Cranky pants? me thinks.