That is not to say that I did not hang up on AnhMai this afternoon when she called with a question about DMSA.
But then I got scared and called her right back, only to realize that I was correct in hanging up the first time. And so, hung up again, but only after telling her to either 1., call the pharmacist-on-call or 2., look it up herself.
I said it nicely! :p
That being said, I think I must confess something.
I LOVE the Simpson’s.
Ahhh, it feels good to have gotten that off of my chest.
I want to go to the little manga shop down the street, but I know I’ll just end up spending money I shouldn't, and that’s just silly.
What to do, what to do?
Spend money in the never-ending quest to make myself happy...
Save in the hopes of someday becoming a good and frugal person.
A quandary indeed. Not that I really have the space, even with clearing off that one bookshelf. But then, that’s never stopped me before. Mai likened me to cancer once, saying that while most living things innately knew to stop growing when they found themselves with out any remaining space, I did not.
I refuse to agree. ;)
I find myself wanting to turn off the television and work on Wishes. I don’t know why that fic frightens me so.
Perhaps I’ll go to the manga shop after all.
Quote o' the Day: "Can I lick your fingers? Meet me at the mail slot." ~Homer Simpson