Hate:

Having to wipe pee off the toilet seat at work before I use it. (I’m a hoverer but, still, that’s gross.)

My Anatomy/Physiology II class. It’s late at night twice a week and booooring. It makes me realize that I really don’t care about G Proteins or the clotting functions of platelets. It’s just memorization for the sake of memorization and I find it uninteresting. (So the question is, why the hell do it? Because I thought that physical therapy might be a cool job for me. But I really think I’d be happier/more engaged in a feminist, visual arts, culture, or literature class. Question is, what master’s degree would I get and what job? Ugh. This is my ultimate quandary in adult life so far and I’m not getting closer to the answer.)

Being told how to live my life by other people. I’ve had enough preaching in my lifetime, thankyouverymuch. [Note: this has nothing to do with the above rant on career issues. Advice is welome in that area. Actually, advice is welcome about most things – if I ask for it.]

Not being able to drink because it messes up my temperature charting.

Love:

This novel that I’m reading. I have Monday off for Labor Day and am seriously thinking about starting it from the beginning and reading it all the way through uninterrupted. It’s that good. I’m about 3/4 of the way through it and I’m totally taken by every character – their personalities, their conflicts, their histories…it’s all so poignant and real.

My husband’s gorgeous blue eyes, especially when he wears a blue tee shirt (that fits perfectly over his pecs and shoulders…rwar!) that makes them pop out even more.

The unconditional love and companionship of my cats.

30 Days because it makes you see other people’s perspectives and, hopefully, reconsider your own.

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