I was given today off from the hospital. President's Day, or something like that. I didn't believe it when I saw it on the schedule. I asked my chief over a week ago. And then because I didn't believe his answer, I asked again at the end of last week. And then because I still didn't believe him I asked again one last time yesterday when I was working. His answer never changed. And therefore, out of the past 3 nights, I've gotten more than 5 hours sleep for two of them. I started dancing on my drive home from the hospital yesterday. I've been dancing ever since.
Don't get me wrong. I love my job, but over the past three days I've actually been able to get some stuff done at home. Stuff like... A while ago I had quickly grabbed a shoe and smashed a spider on the wall, and there the poor thing stayed because I was on my way out the door or something like that. I finally got to clean that spider off the wall.
I mean... wouldn't that make you feel accomplished as well? You finally cleaned that spider off the wall!! Yes!! See... makes you want to dance as well eh? I told ya! ;)
Much Love.
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