Feeling shitty

I'm in a crap ass mood. Maybe because it's the night before I go to work for 24 hours and I'm still awake. Maybe it's because I'm PMS-ing and have been for what seems like weeks. Were gonna go with a combination of the two. And probably a few sprinkles of other things along the way. Anyway. I'm awake because I'm on the toilet. You know gotta take care of business. And it's better to get it done in the privacy of my own home where i can take my time and feel no judgement from the beings outside as some awful noises erupt from in here. I say no judgement, I know there's judgement, but shit, I'm married to him, were way past pooping noises, he'll get over it. TRUST ME.

Last couple of days have been somewhat uneventful. The mother in law has left, so my stress level has decreased. Weather's been decent, can't complain there. Work was shit last shift, lots of complaints there. But they pay well so I'll have to deal with it until I win the lottery. Hopefully there will be some good wreck, maybe a bloody motorcycle mess tomorrow for me to clean up. Here's hoping. I've had to go to my happy place a lot at work recently, and have a new respect for the clinically insane. Maybe their lives just sucked so bad, they were always trying to find their happy place and got stuck there. If these shitty transfers keep up at work I'm gonna get stuck in my happy place.
Wanna hear about my happy place? Probably not, but hey, I'll tell ya anyway while I convince this last turd to make it's way out.
I live on the beach. In a big house, big windows facing the ocean in my living room and connected kitchen. Big back porch on the sand, the ocean in my backyard. I sip on coffee, good coffee too. Like 50% Irish cream coffee. Mmm. Oh and my job? I'm a helicopter medic, and when I get a call they just fly up to the backyard/beach to pick me up and off we go. All my calls are exciting, because my company only takes calls that sound serious.

If you don't think that sounds awesome.... Well I don't really care. It's my blog. Blogging is still cool right? Bc I want to be doing the coolest, hippest, latest most awesome thing. Wait it's not cool anymore? Well shit, guess that's the end of my bl

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