the treehouse

In an interesting turn of events, it seems that not receiving notifications in a timely manner makes me sort of neurotic. But I'm finally home, thank god it's Friday. I had noodles for dinner. I love noodles. And I'm pretty sure that because I had takeout in the car, everyone in the world conspired to drive five miles an hour below the speed limit. Today I learned that betadine wipes expire. Alcohol wipes, on the other hand don't expire. My last-thing-of-the-day-on-Friday burn turned out okay. It was a little burn on a little kid and he slept through the whole thing. That almost never happens. I'll take it though. I still got out a half hour late. I guess it makes up for the days I leave early.

I'm home. I have no idea what I'm going to do with myself this weekend (although I suspect that I'm going to stay home and watch a lot of tww.) I didn't even work on Tuesday, I'm not sure why it was such a long week, but it was a long week and I'm glad it's over!