I've been having strange, nightmare-ish dreams. Not horrible enough to be nightmares, but creepy enough to weird me out.
Tomorrow is the last day of work. woooooot. It's going to be a loooong day, because we're all expected to work extra hours. I'll be working 3 more than usual. Oh well, that's 3 more hours of pay.
My bladder really really sucks. Some of you who read my journal regularly may recall to mind a certain peeing in a bottle incident. Or some of you may recall the peeing on the side of the road in heavy traffic in which god knows how many people got a free pee show incident. I think about how often I have to pee, and I wonder: how many hours, days, weeks of my life have I spent peeing? Too many, I can tell you that much...
Tomorrow is the last day of work. woooooot. It's going to be a loooong day, because we're all expected to work extra hours. I'll be working 3 more than usual. Oh well, that's 3 more hours of pay.
My bladder really really sucks. Some of you who read my journal regularly may recall to mind a certain peeing in a bottle incident. Or some of you may recall the peeing on the side of the road in heavy traffic in which god knows how many people got a free pee show incident. I think about how often I have to pee, and I wonder: how many hours, days, weeks of my life have I spent peeing? Too many, I can tell you that much...
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timmy:
at least you're not pee shy, cause that would suck
mustiman:
AINAD and don't even pretend to be one, but that sounds very similar to this: Overactive bladder - overview (a company which sells one of the drugs has been running advertisements in TV here) 