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Well, I've got some time to kill before work, so I might as well conjure up an entry. I don't know if I've made this clear or not yet, but my shoulder is fucking killing me. And yesterday at work, the pain spread to my mid back and other shoulder. It feels kind of like arthritis in my back - it's not muscle soreness, and massaging it only makes it worse. Great time not to have insurance, huh? It makes me think of Jaime's mom, who was injured when an oriental rug fell off the shelf and onto her back at Walmart. Nothing has helped her pain for months, and she's been seeing doctors. In that regard, I feel like it's okay that I'm not seeing a doctor, because what would he do? But on the other hand, if this lasts for more than a week, I am going to start being very grouchy. I mean, it hurts like hell, and it's all the time. Blech.

I have a feeling that my car is probably frosted over. I should probably try to go start it right now so it will be warmed up when it's time to go...tata, and please pray for my shoulder...seriously...I know there are worse things in the world, but I can't think about them with my shoulder constantly interrupting my thoughts to tell me, "Hey! Don't forget me! The giant pain in your ass for the last week! Yeeha!"

Peace.

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After nine hours of work today, Wayne sent me home. I could've worked the tenth hour, probably, but he said it was too obvious I was in a lot of pain (fucking shoulders). I can either work 8 or 9 hours tomorrow if I want, and I'll probably go for nine, if I can find a good book to take with me. That way I'll still get 42 hours this week. I <3 overtime.

I guess I'm feeling a little better now, but still not good. I hate feeling like such an old woman.

It snowed enough for a light dusting, and apparently it's sleeting now but I can't really tell. According to some people, it's going to snow all weekend. According to www.wunderground.com, the National Weather Service, who isn't in it for ratings, "accumulations will amount to generally less than one inch." Boo fucking hoo. I mean who comes to a ski resort in the middle of the fucking winter and then freaks out when it snows? It's supposed to snow!

I guess Jer's working tonight. He was going to call me if they sent him home. I hope he makes it home early, though.

Blah, nothing to do...would do pilates, but I am too ouched up.

Peace.