The fact that this GR has gone at least like, an hour without a fucking comment points to the end of the world, for me.

Also, first. :D

I bowled my first turkey in a long time last week, and that gives me hope! Since my bowling average is around 118-120, I don't get very many turkeys! The occasional double, sure, but there's extra pressure to get that third strike in a row, so more often than not I flub it.

I was up until 3:00 AM getting my entry finished and posted, since I can't update my LJ from wrk and I have bowling directly afterwards. Sleep is for the weak, lol!

I should write a piece called "One Handed Life". But considering it took me over an hour to fold a small load of laundry last night, and how I now can't type for very long, maybe I should forget it :p

I have posted in the home game thread, and now I'm pondering my fantasy football team for next week (my wide receivers have been sub-par all season).

The fact that we have rain in the forecast for 3 out of the next 4 days gives me hope, not only do I need it to be grey and damp occasionally for my mental health, but oof we can use the wet.

I'm gonna have to come clean on something.

For crappy IRL reasons, it's going to be exceedingly hard to get an entry in this week, but I don't feel ready to go out just yet. Since we're in the top 51, and byes and the Power of Veto are still in play...

...would anyone be willing to veto for me? Only if you weren't going to end up using your remaining bye yourself, of course. It would be incredibly appreciated.

/feeling awkward

What gives me hope? Well, we somehow managed to pull off our infectious disease presentation today despite the fact that I thought it was on Thursday and came totally unprepared. (I hadn't even memorized my lines. And yet, I remembered all my lines. I AM A GOD.)

We had our slides and a mockup plague pamphlet (which I am very proud of largely because when doing the text I had to copy and paste the ligatures by hand) and then covered it with bloodstains and graphorrhea. I put on a long black coat and raged against the heavens. It was therapeutic.

Also, don't pretend to suddenly begin to die of the plague while giving a presentation to a roomful of people who are all either future doctors or already nurses and EMTs. Apparently I'm really good at it. Though, the play went great, a lot of people were seriously freaked out and they couldn't stop talking about it after.

...Hopefully at some point during all of this they managed to take notes on the reservoir, infectious dose, and morphology of Yersinia pestis because it's going to be on the exam.

Right now, I am having a real hard time coming up with "reasons to hope", as the litany of bad news for folks that I care about has been continuing unabated for several weeks now. For example: on Friday a co-worker revealed that he has been tentatively diagnosed as having Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS)... better known here in the United States as Lou Gehrig's Disease. My friend is still undergoing tests, but as there is no definitive diagnostic test for ALS, he's hoping that he'll get a confirmed diagnosis for some other neurological disorder that would explain his symptoms.

How do you tell someone that you *HOPE* that the doctor confirms that they really are sick?!