I seem to think I wrote an entry like this a couple of months ago. Ouch, that's about all I can say, though its good its not bone pain, I think. I think its more the connector between the pectoral muscle and the chest. Its sad that I can diagnose myself so well, but when you live with a condition that causes so much pain at times, you get that way.
This morning, I have to take a test for lab that they took the week when I was filming, we're just getting around to scheduling it. Well, need to head to Brough so I can study a bit and maybe get some coffee and after I eat, adville, into my system. This should pass but its annoying, very annoying.
It still hurts to breathe, move, or generally exert myself, but I think I'm doing better at just forgetting or ignoring it.
I'm sitting here and just after the news, some freaky sope opera came on. They are ***so*** overdramatic on here and if I had more energy I'd turn it off but somehow hearing about whose carrying Nick's baby is somewhat amusing.
I just got back from taking my lab test, the mid term. It took a long while to finish but I hope I did at least reasonably well. I pretty much want to just get done with this lab, get completely done. I don't care what my grades are, I just want to be done with this two hour la which is actually taking me twelve hours a week to finish.
Computer methods is next, followed by meeting with Amrut and his professor, and then coming back here to throw this lab report together. Suppose I'll go now, must not miss figuring out whose baby belongs to Nick, it'd scar me for life not to find out!!
Its absolutely bucketing down, making me damn glad I went to the union earlier to pick up a sandwich. No Brough for me, ha ha. Its raining so hard that its causing satellite signals to be a bit weaker, not weak enough to block out the signal enough, but enough for dorks like me to notice. I'm about to go down to the lab here in a minute and work on the lab report. I have all the relevant tables, so now all I have to do is type up calculations and a conclusion, and all should be cool and awesome, or something, especially when (1) I'm done with the report for this experimnt, and (2) I'm done with the whole lab in general.
In other news, one of my books I submitted to bookshare, the last Artemis Fowl, got featured for this month. Yet one in a series of ner makes a difference. Finally got Kurzweil ordered so hope I never will move back to my old scanning program. Well, must determine if its raining lightly enough so I can take Fiona out. I'm not worried about me getting wet, but if I take her out when its raining too hard, she takes forever to pick a spot because she's looking for that perfect spot that isn't wet so her ass doesn't get wet. Sure, yeah right Fiona, get a clue. On a final note, I've been getting increasing responsees from people in elevators, just at random, "she's been around a long time", "she looks old" etc. Its quite sad. Of course I know she really isn't, but it brings me to the reality that my Fiona won't be along forever. More later.