schadenfreude

After a few days of good behavior, the boy has disintegrated into his wishy-washy mixed-signals bullshit. I don't think he knows what he's doing, but if he does, he is the biggest sadistic prick on the face of the earth. Yes, I'm feeling slightly dramatic this morning. Oh well. The longer this back and forth crap goes on, the less interested I am in the whole thing. I am accepting of many things, but ambivalence is not one of them.

We all went to Amsterdam the other night. It's that gay bar on Central, downtown somewhere. They have over 100 martinis, creative and potent. I think I had a Dirrrty Girl (peach & Jaeger), a Key Lime, and a Creme Brulee. I hadn't eaten for many hours and was shitfaced. I really liked the statues of chained up naked men on the bar. It was a super cool place and it was even cooler that everyone there was totally accepting of a bunch of breeders there, hanging out.

The first official week of work went well. I just need to get over my nerves, I'm so worried I'm going to fuck something up. I was quite nervous about the amputated legs in particular for some reason. It turned out to be pretty easy. Sections of skin and muscle from proximal margins, sections of anterior and posterior tibial arteries, sections of any skin lesions, done. It took all of five minutes.

OK. Time to stop procrastinating.