*spins in her grave*

Hmm...I need to make a habit of filling that water bottle every morning and finishing it by the time I go to bed every night.

64 fluid ounces of water it holds. That's my 8 cups a day.

I get maybe....3 on average.

Sometimes more...

Sometimes less.

It's not that I don't like water.

Because I actually LOVE water.

It's just a hassle to go out of my way to drink it, sometimes. XD

Not to mention I'd probably have to make frequent trips down the hall, if my last month or two of work was any indication.

Buuuuut....it'd be much healthier.

Making a resolution starting now to do that. XD

I'll probably forget tomorrow when I wake up, though.

Ah, well.

i worked in a nursing home briefly. there were patiets with advanced dementia and psychosis who would talk randomly all day. scream. sing. whatever. so the nurses would take pairs of these creatures and sit them opposite each other so that it would appear that they were socializing.

 

*despairs*

Meh, I need to finish this episode of Heroes and go to bed.

full of sound and fury and...

I'm so tired....

That was a good book.

*rolls over and dies on the other side*

The Sound and the Fury.

Well...okay...I don't know if it was GOOD or not.

it's from macbeth

 

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more: it is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

*stage dies again, doesn't take all her meds, says all her prayers twice, and crap shoots it for waking up tomorrow*

figuratively and in no way indicating actual suicidal ideation. i'm on the record with that.