confessions of a non-sensical correspondent

I'm a little punchy, but I seem to be amusing people in the process. I'm pretty sure they're laughing at me and not with me, but am too far gone to care.


A few examples:


I sat in front of a computer today wracking my brain for a word. It just wouldn't come. I grabbed another nurse as she walked by. (It should be mentioned that I think this particular gal is just about the best nurse I've ever met in my life. I want to be her when I grow up. She's about ten years younger, so that could be problematic, but you get the idea. She's not only near perfect, but she spends half her life pining for the ocean, too, only she's from New Jersey and thinks the Atlantic is a better ocean, which is plain silly, but I don't think that has anything to do with my original point).


Anyway, I said, "Help me. What's the word for the skin breakdown that we see all the time? It starts with an "I", but I'm totally drawing a blank. What the hell is it?"


And before she even had a chance to open her mouth, it popped in my head and I said, "Cellulitis! That's it!"


And she said, "Um, cellulitis doesn't start with an I."


Well, who the heck knew? Maybe on the West Coast?


Then my nursing school buddy was giving me hell about my stated intention to give up men for the rest of my life. She seems to feel that this is unrealistic, not to mention an all-around bad idea, and the more adamant I become, the more pig headed she gets. It's a vicious cycle for the both of us.


She was really letting me have it, partly because she thinks I've lost my marbles anyway for deliberately working five days in a row.


"Do you know what I'm going to do?" she asked, "when you're in bed with some drop dead gorgeous guy having the time of your life?"


"Take the magazine away?" I guessed.


She actually blew Diet Doctor Pepper out of her nose. But she left me alone after that. Thank god she didn't ask me how to spell magazine.


But I've left out the best part. Tonight as I was leaving, ten minutes before the end of my shift, our entire computer system at work crashed. It's still out. And I'm not there. Neener, neener, neener.

One more day. Heaven help us all.