I actually let out an audible gasp when I flipped the page of the In Style magazine in the doctor's office and saw this picture. Fuck cute animals, boys in scarves melt my heart. Correction: boys named John Krasinski in scarves make my heart melt. Dorbs^10th!!2. The following interaction with the CVS pharmacist:
Me: {Hands pharmacist 2 prescriptions}
Pharmacist: {Looks them over, hits one key on his computer then proceeds to swear softly while mashing the keys for the next 5 minutes.} Shit! ... Dammit! ... Shit! ... Shit! ... I'm sorry, you're sick.
Me: It's okay, I've been sick for a long time. I'm used to it.
Pharmacist: {Continues key mashing, swearing softly} Shit! .... The center will not hold!
Me: {Trying as hard as hell not to burst out laughing.}
Pharmacist: {Walks over to bicker with coworker.} To me: At least you don't work here.
Me: True story. {Trying not to do any more internal damage by holding in the laughter}
3. Pretzels stuffed with peanut butter. And being sick enough to justify indulging in crap food as a method of "building up my strength." Haha.
4. The active ingredient in my Allegra-D is pseudoephedrine hydrochloride a.k.a baby speed. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! (yup, exactly how my brain sounds right now. I'm impressed I can type at all.)
5. And to put me to sleep at night?
Robitussin. With Codeine. Nuff said.


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