1. How often do you end your requests on an unstressed syllable, implying deference?
2. How often do you contemplate your overall dexterity with office supplies, their usage and reclamation?
3. How often do you marvel at your recall of office, departmental extension numbers?
4. Note the frequency of your misinterpreted, poorly-coded memos as they correlate to some degree of your self-worth?
5. Rate the frequency of your cued recall of the latest, and ever-changing, abbreviation or acronym?
6. How often do you take pride in being at the center of the "gossip hub" and/or "misinformation ring"?
7. How often do you find yourself unable to replenish from the fatigue of responding to the demands from disembodied voices?
8. How often do you place the desired document in the desired hands, on the first attempt?
9. How often do you find other people reaching into your personal space...as if you did not exist?
10. About how often do you need to reference something work-related at your internet-disabled workstation?
11. How often are you the poor unfortunate of a visitor's displaced hostility?
12. How often do you affirm your skills outside of your workstation, in your leisure?
13. How often do you accurately retrace every catacomb for people (like yourself) sign, arrow, and number illiterate?
14. How often do you enforce the company policy of "Friendly Fascism" with others descending from you on the (discreet and discrete) earnings scale?
15. How often do you attend to the color, even script as it applies to whiteboard neatness?
16. How often do you experience dry eyes from scrying at a computer screen?
17. How often do you pass on information to be later invalidated by others, more or less repeating the same information?
18. How often do you experience somatoform symptoms--like slow hands that will not grip a pen or a numb ass that circumnavigates via office chair?
19. Rate your day-to-day consistency with name-dropping.
20. How often do you adhere to the policy, "most of all, have fun"?

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I am noticing the startling frequency of dozing beyond 6:00 am, and finding my dream more or less anticipated here. Yes, I was at that site.
I never thought that I would see my thirtieth birthday.
The dream ended with my estranged brother bringing the four of swords from the basement.
https://books.google.com/books?id=i3BKU-qYWqIC&pg=PA115&dq=tarot+four+of+swords&hl=en&sa=X&ei=p0OIVMrAEYGzogTmioCgBw&ved=0CCwQ6AEwAzgK
Five more years to go.
I never remember department numbers. I write down the vital services and floors in my Leuchtturm 1917 book, which is now forest green.
https://bmcmusculoskeletdisord.biomedcentral.com/articles/10.1186/s12891-023-06849-1
Le Majuscule papeterie
61 Rue du Faubourg Montmartre, 75009 Paris, France
Dasha, nonsense.
https://books.google.com/books?id=qIPuEAAAQBAJ&pg=PT101&dq=enlarged+ayin+dalet+shema+witness&hl=en&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&source=gb_mobile_search&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjMvZi_zrqGAxWxFFkFHXTKAd4Q6AF6BAgMEAM#v=onepage&q=enlarged%20ayin%20dalet%20shema%20witness&f=false
Irrelevant now; a below-the-knee amputation is finished. Just FYI for the next case.
https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/abs/pii/S0020138312000496#:~:text=Both%20VAC%C2%AE%20and%20the,additional%20skin%20grafting%20is%20required.
As a matter of fact, I did purchase the next report book with a gift card and redeemed points this evening:
Forest Green Leuchtturm 1917 Ruled A5 Notebook
We took the kids to the bookstore and settled on one or two selections. "Madelyn, you have to learn to walk before you run, and misidentifying words in Fox in Socks does not qualify you for chapter books at this time. It does not matter how enticing the covers are."
The 30-dollar tier Woobles are among us, but little did I know that the second season of Squid Game made into the crochet collection:
https://thewoobles.com/collections/limited-edition-kits
I will always think of the VA at night and the employees glued to their screens watching Squid Game in the fall of 2021. It was not an edifying watch. People are awful.
Vocabulary / אוֹצַר מִילִים
Pronounced: owe-TZAHR mee-LEEM
Translates literally to treasure of words.
I have had a pharmacy technician certification since 2014. I like reading the education at the end of the year, and this was relevant to me. I infuse a lot of iron sucrose and iron carboxymaltose in heart failure patients.
"CHF is frequently associated with iron deficiency (ID) with or without anemia, both entities representing negative independent predictors. Anemia and ID worsen therapeutical outcomes, increase the need for hospitalization, and decrease the overall quality of life in patients with CHF [4]. The contributions of anemia to heart failure, incompletely elucidated, are multiple and intricate. A series of etiopathogenic hypotheses have been described: iron deficiency, increased levels of AcSDKP (stem cell proliferation inhibitor), excessive secretion of cytokines, hemodilution, and cardiac cachexia.
Moreover, drugs commonly used in the management of CHF, such as angiotensin receptor blockers, angiotensin-converting enzyme inhibitors, anticoagulants, and antiaggregants, pose a risk for anemia development through multiple mechanisms, including direct erythropoiesis inhibition, and gastrointestinal bleeding leading to absolute ID. This fact further underlines the link between anemia and CHF, and the strong likelihood of anemia onset in this group of vulnerable patients."
https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC9857585/
https://cardinalnews.org/2025/01/03/virginia-intermont-college-fire-calls-attention-to-the-enrollment-challenges-facing-schools-as-baby-bust-generation-approaches-college-age/
https://www.thebaltimorebanner.com/community/housing/maryland-assessment-property-tax-2025-33FPKL6XLVFONBTYHAD7UKMUF4/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lwZJHHQ8ib4&t=88s
https://www.aratamori.com/johatsu
https://youtu.be/eXfcTCViMmM?si=mlKCQQss_XfTruzp
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HF5x_24kKOM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0m3h3Cjx_tQ
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2024/12/23/more-than-pretty-boxes-carrie-m-lane-book-review
https://press.uchicago.edu/ucp/books/book/chicago/M/bo237037203.html
https://youtu.be/Q2oXXlpPF4s?si=A0NoX7UTP9W_Ow43
https://www.japantimes.co.jp/news/2025/01/05/japan/society/world-oldest-person-dies-japan/
https://images.app.goo.gl/rBnhN2GDzrCRNP7cA
https://www.nature.com/articles/d41586-024-03491-2
https://www.google.com/books/edition/More_Die_of_Heartbreak/q9n_CwAAQBAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&dq=More%20Die%20of%20Heartbreak%20Bellow%20%22Are%20you%20unhappy%20darling%3F%22&pg=PT244&printsec=frontcover
https://www.sciencesetavenir.fr/sante/cerveau-et-psy/pourquoi-les-nouveaux-souvenirs-n-ecrasent-ils-pas-les-anciens_183368#xtor=CS3-38[Pourquoi+les+nouveaux+souvenirs+n%27%C3%A9crasent-ils+pas+les+anciens+%3F]-183368
https://youtu.be/uGYYAn5-orA?si=Jh0cYBWnmF5gcxVB&t=1406
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iczc-MPKJDM
I stay in the Crystal Spring Tower terrarium away from the drunks, the suicides and the incorrigible infections. They send them away as transfers internally within the older side of the hospital. The pod bay door is sealed without a chip.
Johatsu (2024). The nurse and manager who does my schedule is Japanese. She gave me a Mount Fuji blueberry cheesecake Kit Kat for making life easy for her, and signing up for my mandatory overtime shifts ahead of the schedule that posts today.
The momentary disappointment that I called out the day after July 4th was measured against the call that I received before midnight from my brother that the SUV was on fire near the tricolored neon light installation (1949). He is not a rational person, but I was upset that his small children were just left there while my brother and his equally useless counterpart survey the engine block in flames. The fire department was there with a trail of impassed vehicles.
I went up there, and he had sent off his family with strangers. He shrugged off the experience after inhaling molten tires and interior to grab her purse. He was more upset that his daughter's bike and his son's powerwheel were hopelessly confined after the electronics to the trunk melted. It is like dealing with a destructive child.
I am not discounting the head gasket failure, and the pictures I took on the scrap lot where we retrieved the license plates with the oxidized metal eviscerated and spilling copper solenoids were strangely beautiful. I really liked that vehicle, obtained in 2022, a metallic aqua GMC Acadia.
The next day, I had to get her to traffic court for an April offence.
Underneath the sopping debris, including sports balls of every kind, bike helmets and food wrappers, was The Bridge to Terebinthia (1977), which is a book my mother bought in a lot for the kids. I was not a Narnia fan; in fact, I hated C.S. Lewis fantasy, but the fantasy island of Terebinthia is originally from the terebinth, which is a fragrant gum producing tree along the Mediterranean maquis. The children's book is a boy's attempt to cope with a abusive home and artistic ambitions followed by the loss of his friend by a lightning strike.
I am listening to a New Zealand artist a year old than me, Tamaryn. I cannot decide if "Cranekiss" (2015), which was preset by the algorithm is any good or slackened by the listener's age.
Tamaryn's "Cranekiss" reproduced for education purposes only. Is it about the Japanese legend of the Crane Wife? Who turned back into a crane once her lover espied her transformation?
Wait, hold on me
Here you belong, home
Nothing settling round here
It's our prerogative
Always setting, row with me
I'm my prerogative
I know you feel me burn up
Just like the heat of the scent
I know you're falling over
I'm trying to kiss you now
I know you feel me burn up
Just like the heat of the scent
I know you're falling over
But I'm trying to move on
Forget what you wanted
Take what you want
Forget what you want
I'll send you the former
Forget what they wanted
Get what I want
Do what they won't
I want only you
I want only you
I know you feel me burn up
Just like the heat of the scent
I know you're falling over
I'm trying to kiss you now
I saw a boy in the gym that I had as a patient. The backstory is that I know it is him; he is that breed of Irish-white, glowingly white, with auburn hair, and he was positioned at the freeweights in front of my stationary bicycle where I went with my mother.
Cuchulainn, one will call him, would not stop looking at me, in his wifebeater, long pants and boots. The gallery of womankind was sparse, so I know if he is cruising me in my bookstore shirt with my mother, its slim pickings...
How I know him is traumatic for both of us. He was on the floor for a potential ureteral stent; and he was not my patient, and it was time to leave. The urethral catheter that the OR team placed was pulled, and it was time to pee. I was charge that day, and every measure had been exhausted, and another nurse told me to go try to place another catheter so he could go home with a leg bag.
Seventeen years old? He cannot pee? He has to finish his last month of school with a leg bag?
So I went to remedy the situation. He had the largest penis I have ever seen, maybe eleven inches. I kept my demeanor, and placed it. I apologized for the circumstances; it was embarrassing for both of us, and his mother came to fetch him. She was very elderly and walking with a rollator.
That was the young man.
We met traumatically after he was sent to my floor a few years ago
I am listening to a New Zealand artist a year old than me, Tamaryn. I cannot decide if "Cranekiss" (2015), which was preset by the algorithm is any good or slackened by the listener's age.
Tamaryn's "Cranekiss" reproduced for education purposes only. Is it about the Japanese legend of the Crane Wife? Who turned back into a crane once her lover espied her transformation?
Wait, hold on me
Here you belong, home
Nothing settling round here
It's our prerogative
Always setting, row with me
I'm my prerogative
I know you feel me burn up
Just like the heat of the scent
I know you're falling over
I'm trying to kiss you now
I know you feel me burn up
Just like the heat of the scent
I know you're falling over
But I'm trying to move on
Forget what you wanted
Take what you want
Forget what you want
I'll send you the former
Forget what they wanted
Get what I want
Do what they won't
I want only you
I want only you
I know you feel me burn up
Just like the heat of the scent
I know you're falling over
I'm trying to kiss you now
I saw a boy in the gym that I had as a patient. The backstory is that I know it is him; he is that breed of Irish-white, glowingly white, with auburn hair, and he was positioned at the freeweights in front of my stationary bicycle where I went with my mother.
Cuchulainn, one will call him, would not stop looking at me, in his wifebeater, long pants and boots. The gallery of womankind was sparse, so I know if he is cruising me in my bookstore shirt with my mother, its slim pickings...
How I know him is traumatic for both of us. He was on the floor for a potential ureteral stent; and he was not my patient, and it was time to leave. The urethral catheter that the OR team placed was pulled, and it was time to pee. I was charge that day, and every measure had been exhausted, and another nurse told me to go try to place another catheter so he could go home with a leg bag.
Seventeen years old? He cannot pee? He has to finish his last month of school with a leg bag?
So I went to remedy the situation. He had the largest penis I have ever seen, maybe eleven inches. I kept my demeanor, and placed it. I apologized for the circumstances; it was embarrassing for both of us, and his mother came to fetch him. She was very elderly and walking with a rollator.
That was the young man.
We met traumatically after he was sent to my floor a few years ago
I am listening to a New Zealand artist a year old than me, Tamaryn. I cannot decide if "Cranekiss" (2015), which was preset by the algorithm is any good or slackened by the listener's age.
Tamaryn's "Cranekiss" reproduced for education purposes only. Is it about the Japanese legend of the Crane Wife? Who turned back into a crane once her lover espied her transformation?
Wait, hold on me
Here you belong, home
Nothing settling round here
It's our prerogative
Always setting, row with me
I'm my prerogative
I know you feel me burn up
Just like the heat of the scent
I know you're falling over
I'm trying to kiss you now
I know you feel me burn up
Just like the heat of the scent
I know you're falling over
But I'm trying to move on
Forget what you wanted
Take what you want
Forget what you want
I'll send you the former
Forget what they wanted
Get what I want
Do what they won't
I want only you
I want only you
I know you feel me burn up
Just like the heat of the scent
I know you're falling over
I'm trying to kiss you now
I saw a boy in the gym that I had as a patient. The backstory is that I know it is him; he is that breed of Irish-white, glowingly white, with auburn hair, and he was positioned at the freeweights in front of my stationary bicycle where I went with my mother.
Cuchulainn, one will call him, would not stop looking at me, in his wifebeater, long pants and boots. The gallery of womankind was sparse, so I know if he is cruising me in my bookstore shirt with my mother, its slim pickings...
How I know him is traumatic for both of us. He was on the floor for a potential ureteral stent; and he was not my patient, and it was time to leave. The urethral catheter that the OR team placed was pulled, and it was time to pee. I was charge that day, and every measure had been exhausted, and another nurse told me to go try to place another catheter so he could go home with a leg bag.
Seventeen years old? He cannot pee? He has to finish his last month of school with a leg bag?
So I went to remedy the situation. He had the largest penis I have ever seen, maybe eleven inches. I kept my demeanor, and placed it. I apologized for the circumstances; it was embarrassing for both of us, and his mother came to fetch him. She was very elderly and walking with a rollator.
If I got together with this young man, I could match him with humiliation with my list hardships.
My list of hardships.*
I do not seriously contemplate this; but he had a beautiful face, a long torso and a twenty-nine inch waist over 6'2'' with genitals that do not work. No one would know what to do with that. The combination would be painful and destructive as one reveals one's true nature.
"Cranekiss" reminds me of the Marianne Faithfull and Nick Cave cover of "The Crane Wife 3" (2008) from The Decemberists (2006):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fGgAT8zMja0
My favorite The Decemberists song is from the 2005 album, The Sporting Life. I thought about it during the FIFA matches this summer, with which people who do not know me well, try to engage me. I loathe the sporting life, win or lose - everything is a perpetual match.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=88sbbIX07Qg
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