Idiottttttt

It dawned on me recently that the purpose of the 30 day challenge was to write in a row for 30 days the little topics that it sent me. Since that was kind of a fail, I can only blame my brain for not being quick enough to function properly. I may as well not jump into the groove of posting every day a different topic, because I'm worried it will end up being a post like this. It doesn't make sense nor is it valuable or life-altering. Sometimes, I ultimately fail at life. I hope tomorrow isn't one of those days because I have to take someone's pulse, which is basically Nursing 101. If that's a fail, I may hide myself in my bug/animal infested closet, cultivate mushrooms, and cry.

Anyone that says pulses are easy peasy needs to do the math involved. Why the hell do I want to count tiny squares to find the heart cycle rate? Oh, that's right, I DON'T. I have poor vision as it is, so counting tiny squares that link the P waves kills me. Technology is amazing so tomorrow's lab is practically obsolete. I'm gonna be a horrible nurse...

"(708): He was rambling about life and dignity and happiness. but all i kept thinking was PENIS. YOU HAVE A PENIS. I CAN SHOW YOU WHERE TO PUT THAT PENIS." (Texts from last night)

^ drunk texts just keep getting better and more classy!