If you don't have anything good to say...

Why can't I let these boots go? I keep putting them in the Goodwill pile because I never have the nerve to wear them out. They're so hooker-y! But I love them, ha ha.

Watching a lot of Sex And The City... it motivates me to get back out there in the dating world. I told my sister last month that I would start dating again after she found a boyfriend, and it looks like she may have found someone already! Yikes... I didn't think she'd get one so quickly! Not because she's unlovable or anything, but because she's picky. The woman knows what she wants! Well, they've only been on one date, so I don't have to sweat anything yet... but we'll see. She's pretty confident that it's a done deal, so it probably is.

Another clinical down... only two more to go. And then it's back to regular lecture and lab. Today we worked in partners, so the bed baths weren't as bad as usual. It was the first time I bathed a man, though. I was so nervous about it, I don't know why. It's not like I've never seen a penis before. I've just never washed one, I guess. Not before today. Piece of cake. Actually easier than bathing the women. I guess I was nervous because some of my classmates had their patients get a hard-on while they were bathing them, and I didn't want to deal with that. But my patient didn't do that- should I be offended? Ha ha, just kidding! But one girl told me a guy jacked off in front of her, in the middle of his shower, so she just left the room and came back in when he was done. Our patient was a total gentleman, though, and was totally used to the drill, so it wasn't any big deal at all.

Still hanging out with the ex every Monday night, watching Bill Maher and doing my laundry at his house. Next week would be our one-year anniversary, so it might be weird if we hang out. Or not!

Well, I didn't think I had anything to say, but I logged in anyway and ended up saying a lot. Guess that's what happens when you're a chatty cathy blabber mouth.