Can I just lament for a little bit my uncanny ability to make every situation I am in awkward? I don't know what I did to deserve this talent, but it must've been pretty bad. No matter what it is, no matter where it is, no matter who I am with (unless it's my very best friends) I make situations awkward. Most of the time I'm just fine with it because after 20 years I've gotten used to it. But sometimes I want to completely re-wind a situation and start all over again.
For some reason this curse is most prevalent when I am trying to do something nice. Isn't that the worst? I always have these beautifully thought-out plans and everything always seems to go wrong. I need to learn how to write cute notes, learn how to make food that actually looks appealing, learn how to drop things off non-awkwardly, and learn how to judge time better. Maybe after several more years of practice I'll be able to pull off the cute note writing goal...
And since I've been up since 4:30 this morning, I need to go to bed. It was my last day at the prison today, and surprisingly I was a little bit bummed for it to be over. But it was a good experience that I'm very grateful for. I saw some pretty crazy stuff today--a sliced finger that needed to be sewn up, an abscess that needed to be drained, blood draws, EKG's, non-compliant inmates (like really non-compliant), hilarious inmates, a cast that I got to take off and help re-make, and lots of vital signs. It was a good day.
Sleep tight sand man's a commin and he'll be here,
Mighty mighty soon and if you don't cry
He'll be commin by with a great big lollipop moon!
Gnight!
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What happened that you didn't you tell me?
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