sistergrim

Man oh man. I miss Saskatchewan like none other. Who'd have thought? I'm still not even sure why I'm here. I guess it just seemed easier than sorting things out at home. I was in a rut. I didn't know if I'd ever get out. The only thing better about being here is that I know it's temporary. The job's over in three months, then it's back to Regina. I just hope I can figure out what I want it to be like when I go back before these three months are up.

In less emotional, but equally painful news, I had my first trip to the hospital here last week. Much fun. I was working (dressed up as the pink panther and waving at kids. I work so hard) and a few little boys thought they'd jump on me. And yeah, this happens a lot, I do expect it, but this time someone tried to pull my head off. Funny funny. The head's on with a neck strap. So I went a good ten seconds not being able to breathe, and it messed up some pretty major muscles in my neck. I got lovely pain killers, and for the most part it's better now. It sometimes hurts to talk, but at least I can move my head again.

I'm suddenly very hungry. But the only food I have is chips. Not like I don't have money, I just suck at taking care of myself, apparently. And I'm too damn far to raid my parents' fridge. Gar.