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My memory is so craptastic right now i dunno what's wrong. Hopefully it is just stress and as things wined down my usually impeccable memory with come back. It's really getting to me. I'm loosing everything, can't remember if important shit has actually been done, and it's embarrassing.

For instance. I lost my wallet the day before Marco Died. SO I called an canceled my credit and debit card. I'm pretty sure I've already received my new credit card... but I can't find it in my house anywhere and it is not in my wallet. I've found all the info regarding the old card, but not a thing in connection with the new one. It's really bothering me. I so do not want to call the cc company and ask if they've sent it because if I have just overlooked it then it will me another card floating around in this house that will just end up getting confused with my new card, and I'll have to wait yet more time to get a working card. To make matters worse I only had the blasted card for like two days before my wallet disappeared. Makes me look real trust worthy doesn't it. Fuck.

I almost lost my job this morning but managed to scrape by. Someone was totally looking out for me, well I choose to believe that anyway rather than think about how much of a fucking odd "miracle" it was that all three of my alarms and my father calling me twice didn't manage to wake me this morning. I'm not sure what's going on with my alarms. I know they were set. I know this because they were stills et when I woke up. I know that my alarms work because one was going off again when I got home this afternoon. The only thing I can really think is that it had to do with my medication. I know that it hadn't finished metabolizing because I feel asleep twice on my way to work and it was no small miracle that I didn't manage to kill myself or someone else trying to drive in this am. But Really my alarms are a total assault on the senses. I have one that flashes a strobe light and rings this terrible bell, another that is set to Project 96 on like defining volume, my phone alarm right next to my head, and my father calls me every morning. None of these things managed to wake me, but the chime I set for "must leave now to get to the bus" must have been what woke me up because that is exactly what time I got up. Fucking weird.

Some other odd things happened today while I was at work.

One of them was amazingly cool. I had misplaced a pair of pruners that I'd been given because my nice Felcos I got for graduation were stolen. I really can't do my job without a pair of pruners so I went out and bought a cheap pair at biglots last night, but I was living in fear that my boss would notice i was using a pair of my own and ask where the other pair were. I am already known around work as the chick that looses everything :( But today I was working on bulling weeds on Williams and Forth street when I found them laying next to a tree I pruned like a week ago. Pretty fucked because my felcos that were stolen were stolen in a much nicer part of my section and in less than 30 minutes, but these pruners laid there for more than a week in an area that is known for being one of the places on campus homeless people hideout and sleep in. Now admittedly my felcos were a LOT nicer than these other pruners, but I still can't believe someone didn't walk off with them.

Secondly oddball thing. Today I picked up an item that I'm not sure I will ever manage to top on the grossness factor. Now I've seen some pretty gross stuff at my new job, and I've found some odd stuff laying around the lovely ATL streets. Condoms, condom rappers, blunt papers, drug baggies, small glass vile, crap, vomit... but today I had to dispose of a used sanitary napkin that had been thrown into the ornamental bed on Williams street. Now I am pretty open-minded and even considered weird by lots of people because of my openness regarding menstruation and period blood and the fact that I use cloth pads, so I was somewhat surprised to find myself so bothered by this item. I mean surely it really shouldn't bother me more than feces and vomit, but there was just something really fucking annoying about the idea of having to pick up this nasty old used pad. I guess it had to do with the idea that crap and vomit I usually don't have to pick up (well sometimes crap removal is necessary but I've not had to do it yet) and I guess part of me makes the excuse that people can't always help where they vomit, but seriously there is an Arby's right there. Even if it was a homeless lady she could have gone into the Arby's and disposed of it.

Lastly and slightly less revolting, but a little more on the worrying side. I found an ID bracelet today. It had been thrown or hidden in the ornamental grasses by the parking deck. The photo on the bracelet was cut in half and not very good. It was blue, had the persons name and some sort of number. It wasn't any sort of hospital bracelet I've seen before, and for some strange reason it gave off a really bad vibe. If anyone knows what sort of bracelet this is or where it came from I'd really like to find out.

Well okay I suppose thats enough rambling for now. such an odd life we live.