Like being loopy

I have to go downstairs and make something to eat so I can take my muscle relaxant. That will be fun. I can lay on the couch and try to read this awesome book on sharks called Devil's Teeth about the Farallon Islands off SFO.



Life is so weird. I had to provide names to "support my allegations" about checking wheelchairs. Who told me I had to do it, who saw me do it, how many did I do? What is this? They put me back in a place where my back and shoulder would be vulnerable. Asshats.


So I have 2 days to recover. When I go back I will file a report and let it go from there. I've still got other things that I have to deal with. Live goes on though and we will manage to get through it okay.


bye kiddos.