So there's a song called Ginger Boy by Electric Tiger Lily and I think she's singing about Rorschach. Seriously. Who wouldn't want that ginger boy?

Also, I must work very fast. Remember how I said that I'm working in that doctor's office where they had a whole bunch of work they'd let go to hell and it'd probably take me a long time to sort through? It didn't take a long time. I got done with it very quickly. They have little to nothing for me to do anymore. I have a stack of papers to file into charts and that's it. That's what I'm down to. Mom and the Doc were both like "Aw snap" back when I told them I was done with that stuff and have since been giving me trivial things to do inbetween filing (because filing SUCKS and makes me sleepy) but even then I find myself heading home on the bus a long time before I usually leave. Recently my mom just became a provider so she's been given a room to convert into her office/treatment room so she's been busy as all hell doing that and treatments so she has no time to train me on anything new and the Doc who I was supposed to be working for just never seems to have anything for me. That was a terrible sentance btw. I know that now. Anyway, remember how I also said I only work three days? Well, now they want me to cut it down to two in the hopes that if I'm gone an extra day more work will accumulate for me. Hurm.

So I work fast. I don't really know whether to feel good or bad about this.

Also also, I've been on a very weird M*A*S*H kick lately. I just can't seem to get enough of it. I dream in army green and constantly think about my favorite meatball surgeons. Hurm again.