This Wasn't The Plan

This week has been...wow...I can't even think of one single word to accurately describe what this week has been like for me. I've been busy, stressed, tired, angry, annoyed, frustrated, obsessive...and I'm only talking about since Monday!

I had a clear plan in my mind as to how everything was supposed to go with regards to getting everything done in time to be handed in later today (it's currently EARLY Friday morning.) As we all know things never go according to plan, so as I type I am on a friends laptop as she lies passed out on the floor. I am praying she'll wake up so I can put her to bed and go to bed myself. You see, I have to get up by 7:00 and be at Staples for when it opens at 8:00 so I can reprint my DVD cover and such, as there was an error in printing the first time I tried. Well, one problem was their fault...the other problem was the fact that I must be completely living in 2004 seeing as that was the date I put on everything. Smooth Kyla. Smooth.

Tomorrow should be rewarding though. Upon completion of this project and handing it in, Kayla and I are going to go to Kensington Market (a really neat vintage market in downtown TO by Chinatown) and then go see Sin City. We might even go check out the ROM later (it's free on Friday nights.)

Here is an update on my arm. I went to the doctor, who, after I told him where it hurt, proceeded to prod the area as though to prove that it was actually painful. Why do doctors do that? He thought it was carpol tunnel from typing. Weird, but OK.

So he sent me to physio and I went. The chick who examined me really hurt my hand, but it's all in an attempt to figure out what exactly is wrong so it can get better. She thinks I've really badly strained some muscles in my hand, so she's going to give me exercises to do to make it better. After the assessment my hand was throbbing, so she put me on this electrical machine that sent electrical pulses down my arm and through my hand. It felt so nice. She also put an ice pack on it, which just added to my super relaxation. I hope it gets better soon though...it's really hurting.

Anyway, I think I should try and wake Devon up and talk her into going to bed. She's going to be so upset in the morning that she missed going out for the last pub of her time at Humber. Oh well.

I mean, I could leave her, but I wouldn't sleep thinking that she wasn't alright. I guess this is good RA training.

Have a good weekend y'all.