yesterday i went to Women's Group. no, it was not a jazz choir meeting with puffed-sleeved shirts that make whooshing sounds. the premise is rather straight-forward - a group of women get together for tea and coffee and chat. i was not the youngest. nor was i the only childless singleton. but i felt like... hmmm.... an asocial monkey? no, more like a potato - funny-looking and nonverbal.
i couldnt sleep last night.
now its early and i'm getting ready for work (which i imagine will be hell since word on the street is that it is hell right now and we are beginning to get the impression that the new site manager is trying to sabotage us so we quit and she can shut down the hospital) and i'm exhausted and dizzy and to top it all off the roof of my mouth is excoriated. i thought it was from excessive pistachio consumption but that was almost a week ago - shouldnt flesh wounds heal faster than that?
and i just realized that it isnt even monday.
sure as hell feels like it.
ps - did i correctly employ the word premise? its 630am, its understandable if i didnt.
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