i still haven't heard from parsons. i think they've plotted my mental demise with all this waiting.
i got blood drawn today to have a total check up and i'm supposed to go get the results a week from monday. that should be fun. i have two silver dollar bruises where they took the blood on each arm. they, evidentally, couldn't find my veins and stuck me about six times, three on each arm. i was sitting there, they put two turnicates on my arm and sat there slapping my mid arm. five minutes later they're still slapping my arm and i'm slumped up against the wall with my eyes rolling back into my head. ten minutes later i can't feel my arm anymore and i'm sleeping/passed out up against the wall. finally, they got the god damn vein in my left arm to bubble up to take blood from. i left somewhat triumphant since i had been to the office just two days earlier screaming that i couldn't do it, i couldn't have them put the needle in. i was sure to go this time groggy after sleep and not with black coffee rushing through my veins and making me insanely paranoid.
well, that's about it for me right now. i need a beer