Monday Blues...

Yesterday was not a good day.

I got my protocol for our IVF cycle.

Embryo Transfer Day is the day of my grad school graduation. Boo.

I feel like this is the same protocol they give every woman in the clinic on "the first try".

Nurse stated, "this is what the doctor feels best for you right now".

...SURE...

I hope it works.

Ugh, I really hope it works.

I want a baby so badly.

I start my BCP's tomorrow.

Then, I didn't get to give my presentation in class, as I was supposed to.

Stupid professor.

Now I have to wait another week and try not to forget all the preparations that I did ALL last week for this 2 hour presentation.

I was going to take off next Monday.

Now I can't

Now I have to go to my classes.

Ugh.

At 4:00pm, I realized I had to go to this "Exit Interview" at school, to be able to graduate.

It's to make sure you realize that you have to pay back your loans...for the rest of your natural born life.

I will be in debt forever.

There goes my Lexus SUV.

Damn it.

Ugh, damn it, again!

I need a job ASAP.

Such a lovely idea to have it at the end of the day, when we have all been in class from 9AM, and now it's 7PM, and I'm sitting in traffic on the oh so lovely streets of Baltimore.

Man, I hate this city.

I will never come back to this disgusting place after May 21, 2010.

It's dirty.

It's gross.

It's loud.

There are nasty people.

This drunk guy followed Kim and I to our car, in the parking garage, up the elevator.

I held my mace, ready at any second.

He was stumbling.

And smoking.

Eww, get away from us!

Then the parking attendant said, with no teeth, by the way, "your girlfriend is gorgeous"...

I just took the money and drove out.

What just happened?

Kim and I laughed.

He was MR.

We shouldn't judge.

We are social workers for God's sake.

It was funny though.

And, Tim is sick.

Thought it was allergies.

Nope.

Sick.

My throat kinda hurts too.

I'm not acknowledging it.

Damn, I have to wake up at 5:45AM tomorrow for Terminex.

Tim met me at the door upon arriving home and said "we are under attack".

I hate ants!

I have a whole militia in my house.

Ugh.

I have therapy tomorrow.

Amen!