It was a very slow Sunday at the store. I was there for 6 hours, and we filled about 10 scripts an hour. I’m not particularly fond of the floater RPh who was int here today, since he gave off a decidedly creepy vibe in my opinion, and while I tend to ignore a lot of first impressions of people and get to know them before making snap judgements, that’s one vibe I listen to. He spent the majority of the time playing with his Blackberry and reading the paper, leaving me to do my own thing, and pretty mucheverything else, like counting the narcotics (something I’m really probably not supposed to be doing).

Yesterday we spent an assload of cash and did the laundry. Then we grabbed lunch, came home and checked the movie listings, and headed off to Lincoln to catch a matiness showing of X-Men, which we both loved. Then we came home, made some dinner, and watched some very bad porn. The highlight of the porn was the wonderful Czech acrtress who, rather than the constant stream of cries of “Oh yes! OH YES!” that all the other actresses seemed to have, she was making these noises as though she were starving and that man’s junk was an all-you-can-eat buffet that she could consume orally or vaginally. Great. Shortly thereafter Eddie and I were doing naughty things on the loveseat.

Tomorrow I’m working afternoon shift, giving me the entire day to do nothing at all.

Mom and Brian got back into RI late Saturday night, and so we spent one last night over there in an effort to save some gas, since we were going back to her house in the morning for the flea market anyway, and avoid the cops that seemed to be posted on every corner because of the holiday. Even though it rained for 3 days, they were spending their anniversary with Brian’s folks, and Brian ended up with legs so sunburnt that they swelled up, they had a good time in the Bahamas.

At some point last week Eddie discovered that Brian has a massive collection of porn in the CD/DVD rack in the living room, and the only non-porn movies they’ve got haven’t even been opened yet. Ew. Mom brought me a straw Hello Kitty purse and a keychain with my name on it. Eddie got a t-shirt with South Park characters and a keychain with his name on it.

I start my first full week of work on my regular schedule tomorrow. The crew is good, but really small, and very helpful about helping me out with all my newbie questions. I’m still not overly fond of the hours and I’m very nervous about the fact that the girl I’m replacing will be gone after tomorrow and I’ll be a bit on my own, but so far things are going well.

So, did I miss anything interesting while I was gone?

I got bored today and took pictures of myself. This is the only clean one. The rest were dirty. And let me be the first to say that perhaps the least sexy thing that can possibly happen is getting a bunch of good clothed pics of yourself, taking a bathroom break, and realizing that your period has decided to make an appearrance unannounced. Thankfully this wasn’t one of those moments where The Shining-worthy torrents of blood and gore fill the room.

A couple of days ago I received an instant message from the owner of the very first erect penis I ever laid eyes upon - my first boyfriend. We exchange pleasantries about life and how he found me on Myspace, and I mention that doesn’t surprise me, since the only people who ever hit my homepage are looking for porn of some sort. This then progresses to whether I’m in the porn, or if it’s just porn in general. From there it derails into what kind of stuff I’ve done on cam and whether or not I’ve still got pictures. I send some of the cam archive stuff and some of a batch of pics I took of myself a couple of years ago, he offers to send a shot of his junk to my cell - “The only way my eyes will ever see your cock again is if your phone can send it to my email” I tell him - and he wonders why we never did much more than feel each other up when we were 15. We say our goodbyes, and I go to lunch. I come back to an email from his phone. This morning he messages me to tell me his wife checked his phone and was not pleased with him sending the picture to me. Whoops.

The other night I had a dream that I was part of the camera crew on Survivor. Very strange. That doesn’t compare to last night’s dream, where I was at Greene airport for softball tryouts, and the coaches were dropping the balls from out of flying planes. And then there was a tornado that suddenly formed right where we all were running around. Oh, and as if that wasn’t strange enough, Lindsey Lohan was there.

We got word last week that Eddie’s biological father had died (Eddie doesn’t remember him at all), and didn’t leave a will. We were asked to ship up copies of all of Eddie’s adoption paperwork, and while going through it discovered that it doesn’t look like it was an adoption, but rather just a name change, and the dead guy is still listed as his father on the birth certificate. We’re not sure exactly what sort of estate there is, if any, so we also sent up power of atorney paperwork to his mom so she can handle things for us up there. At this point, any sort of money would be good.

Hmm… a Harry Potter Humpday card… um… yeah, happy early V-Day!

I think that today’s class just might go down in history as one of the worst. most boring days of class I’ve ever had the displeasure of sitting through. Even the fact that Matt was sitting two seats away from me looking at Vivid girls for a desktop wallpaper did nothing to lighten the mood in the place. Tomorrow I think we’ve got a test on the basic info and differences between inpatient and outpatient patient databases. As much as I hate tests after only 2 days of class, anything aside from sitting in my desk for 2h 30m surfing the bare bones of the net is good in my eyes.

Eddie and I played a bit of FFXI tonight. I’m trying to get refamiliarize myself with the controls and haven’t been doing any hardcore grinding yet, and both of us are just playing with lower level jobs for the time being. And while it’s not officially announced yet, it appears as though the next expansion pack will have pirates corsairs, which looks terribly cool and makes me want to preorder it for the sake of being able to say I’m a Ninja/Pirate.

Right now, I think it’s a good time for a shower. It’s still early enough that my hair will dry a bit before bed, meaning I should be required to wet it in the morning to force it back into something normal.

Watching the news, and apparently local parents are up in arms about social networking sites like MySpace and how every pedophile on the web is logging on to look at their kids. Every time they do a report like that I need to restrain myself from throwing whatever is in my hands at the TV screen because I just can’t stand the constant expectation of parents that the internet should be a happy place full of sunshine and rainbows and the act of sheltering these kids from the real world. News flash, people, the real world isn’t all sunshine and rainbows, so why would you fucking expect the internet, made up of the real world with every aspect, both the good and the bad, exagerated exponentially, to be any different? They finish the report with the warning, “keep your computers in a public area of the house and pay attention to what your children are doing online.”

Well no shit. Think of it this way: if you don’t believe that your child is old enough or mature enough to handle being at the mall with friends on a Friday night, then don’t let them on the net unsupervised. Just because it’s in your house, doesn’t mean it’s safe. Hell, Eddie posed as a 15 year old girl on MySpace and got about 10 cock pics a day sent to him. Granted he was also posting provicative pictures of her, but unsolicited homemade porn sent to someone who says right in her profile “I’m 15″ is pushing it, and would probably happened regardless of what kind of images were posted.

I spent the night watching The Book of Daniel and working on this little lop-eared bunny. I call her Coco, and my God is she the cutest, snuggliest little thing I’ve ever made. I need to work on getting her eyes to stay secure, but I just can’t stop thinking about how frickin adorable she turned out. I’ll have to check what I’ve got in terms of yarn and see if I’ve got enough to make her a friend. Out of all the amigurumi animals I’ve made, I think she turned out the best, and she’s the only one that I’ve kept for myself so far, all the others have gone to other people, with Eddie having the biggest collection so far.

We’re going to Mom’s tomorrow to watch the Patriots in the playoffs. We’re also having dinner over there, and I’ll probably round up all the yarn i’ve got around the house to make another bunny or two while we’re there to try to sell online. Sunday we’ll probably spend here at the house, lounging around in bed and having sinfully dirty sex all day, getting all tangled up in the sheets and being nasty to each other.

However, no matter how much Eddie begs, I’m not going to pee on his face and call him a whore.