so like. i'm so fucking sick of asking for financial help when i still owe people, and this one's mainly my fault due to overdraft/return fees, so feel free to tell me to fuck off, but. after those fees, rent, paying my sister back 1/3 of my share of expenses for Dad's death, and my fucking phone bill, i'm gonna have like. $25 for the next two weeks

Me: ugh, i need a new hyperfixation
american horror story 1984: may we present our ludicrously overpowered version of Richard Ramirez
me: NO
me:
me:
me: fine

mental health update: today a patient i thought i'd built a good rapport with, and who i'd enjoyed working with, decided she'd rather work with coworker H. this is fair, I made a couple mistakes with her order, H is highly experienced. fine. H quietly gave me the heads up on her decision. i fucking cried

[she-hulk] this show is my exact sense of humor and i loved it

/screams into the sky/ no context, i am not taking questions at this time

one day i am going to write a story where the core cast realize they are in a horror movie, try to escape, and it fuckin works

i am so tired. i'm overspending on lyft and uber because it lets me get an extra half hour in bed, i'm gonna be drowning in overdrafts by wednesday's paycheck, but i'm so tired. between that and the fact that i've only been able to shower about once a week, i know i'm on a depression downswing because of Dad's death. and i'm so tired

one month anniversary

you know, if someone had pitched american horror story to me as "the first season is trashy soap opera horror plus Zachary Quinto plays a bitchy queen," i might have tried it much sooner

The Northern ForecasterDad's obituary, which I wrote, is on page thirteen, bottom right corner