I'm sorry you caught this super-mega-death-flu that's been going around. :( I'm glad you've got Danny to bring you soup and medicine, since I just keep moving longer distances away from you... What the hell happened to our adjoining backyards idea? Location fail. We are geographically-undesirable bestest friends. GUDBF for short. (You can thank my mother for the GUDB/GUDG terminology. It was in reference to a certain Lamby, many many years ago.)
So the move is almost complete... I've got a carload of kitchen stuff left to unpack and a TV and couch left at the Manchester apartment. And that's it! :) I'm loving this living situation, as well as my super smart and awesome 6 year-old roommate. Single-handedly the coolest kid ever.
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| You can be jealous of my enormous walk-in closet. Although your bathroom is the size of Sarah's old bedroom... Maybe you can't complain after all! |
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| Pardon my very unmade bed. I like to make Amanda-cocoons when I sleep. Being cozy = <3 |
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| And the living area! That chest should soon be my TV stand and the ancient TV I emancipated from my parent's sunroom. |
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| I think this drawer is interesting... It currently holds only very tiny items like eyeliner and nail clippers. |
Obviously, it will look even better when your painting is all framed and hung up! Interior decorating is not a strong suit of mine... You'l have to assist when you and Danny boy come to visit! Puppy pile in my big-girl bed???
So I don't know if you know this but I had a birthday. I almost forgot, to be honest with you. Justin is all like, "Hey, what are you doing Monday?" and I'm all like, "Dude, we have to work..." and he's like "No, for your birthday," and I'm like "Oh yeah... That is that day huh?" Pretty par for the course for me. So I did indeed work, and then afterwards got dressed up super fancy and went out to dinner at Cotton, which is an American restaurant that has never served me any food that was less than spectacular. It's not a black tie type place, but dressing up is fun!
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| He's more than a foot taller than me... I even had heels on. Short girl photo problems haha. |
So last night at work I only did two calls. The first was an involuntary admit to an isolation room in the hospital for a man who has 3-drug resistant Tuberculosis. Fan-fucking-tastic. Because I'm sure the 30 other Hispanic residents of his 2-bedroom apartment don't have it now too. So we took him in, and then spent the next hour making sure that there was not a living microbe left in that ambulance. I don't even know what that stuff Jackie the Environmental Lady gave me... But it kills everything!
The second call started out as a late-night slip and fall on the ice. 20-something year-old guy climbed back up to his third floor apartment and THEN decided to call 911. Paramedics hate stairs. Just so you know. So we assess him, decide that his back pain is low risk based on the story he told us, and carry him down on the stairchair. WELL... As we are finally informed when we get to the ambulance, he actually fell from the 3rd story while trying to get in through his window from the outside. So that changed our course of action dramatically. Moral of this story: Don't lie. We've heard dumber stories. You're just making our job harder.
So I just got back from spending the night with my fabulous new neighbor Emily. I can't wait for you to meet her. Her whole apartment is an art studio. She has a whole room just for arts and crafts. You'll love her.
I hope you are in a Nyquil-induced coma at this moment, and that you wake up tomorrow miraculously cured! I love you dearly, and have not forgotten that you owe me a phone date!
Tu me manquais trop,
LiLi
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