Yesterday I had to get shot...I mean get a shot. It was not fun at all, but I was delighted at the fact that I was in and out of the doctor's office in about five minutes. Usually it's not a bad idea to arrive at least forty minutes after your scheduled appointment time because otherwise you'd be sitting in a waiting area for an amount of time unfathomable to one who is well in an environment with the sick. Because I was done so early, I went shopping for a few things I needed for college but went a little too far when I saw a book store's last copy of Irish Girls About Town. After reading Scottish Girls About Town, I couldn't resist. Now I'll never get that stupid book for Honors College read, and I'll want to be Irish even more. Because I've had my shots I could live in Limerick and not get the galloping consumption from the damp and the River Shannon...I need to find a relative of Frank McCourt living in the States...
needing a pint,
seashell
