Oooohhhhh! Makes Sense

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Got an email from the Dr.'s office with some of the results - I'm anemic. Upon doing some research, this isn't terribly surprising, as I've been bleeding for several weeks (not on purpose). It also kind of explains why I've been so tired all the damn time. And here I thought I was just lazy. I mean, I'm still lazy, but not *just* lazy. Wyatt called me just as I got to the gym. His ride to a job interview had bailed on him. I thought he sounded a little off on the phone, and when I picked him up, he confirmed he'd been drinking. He had been hungover, and was just trying to get rid of the hangover with a few shots. I dropped him off at his interview, then went to work out. Managed to have a right decent workout, thanks to the new Jennifer Hudson track. Fuck you, blood! The nice folks at Robert Half called about a job. It would be part time, but steady for the next couple months. I just needed to do a phone screening the next morning. James, the gent on the other line, seemed delighted by my personality.

Wyatt met me outside the gym - interview hadn't gone well. Sorry you drank too much; want a drink? Picked up snacks and mixers, then headed back to my place and proceeded to get piss drunk.