Bloodletting

I spent the first three hours of my day today sitting in a crowded clinic that specializes in employment lab tests. It was more in depth than I'm used to for such tests. Normally, you just piss in a cup and you're on your way. I pissed in said cup, but was also supposed to, uhm, give a deuce sample. "Supposed" being the key word here. They ask you to arrive having fasted for 8 hours, so there was really nothing there for me to give. Still, they moved on to drawing 4 vials full of my life force and, finally, some chest x-rays. My walk back to the bus stop was fun. It was like being drunk but without the fun part. I was drained. So. Much. Blood. Still, like a champ, I made it into the office anyway.

Waiting room - I wait, I wait, I wait! 

Friday. Thank fuck and all that.

I missed my "appointment" to look at an apartment I'd hunted down. I'm hoping I can go take a look at it some time this weekend. It's in a great area and I'd really love to have my long-term living situation sorted sooner, rather than later.

Highlight of the day had to be the nice conversation I had with my boss over a very late lunch / early dinner and a few beers. Can't imagine ever having that kind of insightful, funny, enjoyable conversation with my old boss. I appreciate the fact that he's doing everything he can to make me feel at home, not just in this country, but in the office. I need a bit of that.

This is, by far, the worst post I've made so far. I know nobody is reading this. I know this is essentially a therapeutic exercise to keep me from losing it...completely. I know it has become nothing more than a diary, but I apologize for the drivel I've presented for "you" today, anyway. I'm exhausted, completely drained (literally and figuratively) and still feeling hopelessly melancholic. I'm sorry. I miss it all. I miss my beautiful friend.