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						 Okay. So I haven't posted in a while. All is well. Except my nurse practitioner did not set me up with the thyroid specialist. A Woman's Place, where I am a patient, is not exactly The Mayo Clinic. But then again, everything takes longer in Alaska from the mail to flights. I mean the police chief is the spitting image of Barney Fife. I'm sure I'll remedy my hypothyroidism eventually. I'm not too worried anyhow, as I feel fine. Well as fine as a woman who drinks to oblivian every night might feel.
  However, speaking of unit intake, I did pick up Patrick Saturday and of course got blitzed. Worked the next day then he took me out to a great dinner and I evidently got so smashed that I wanted to walk down a set of stairs and he said no because if I stumbled I wouldn't stop falling for several hundred feet. At least he's looking out for me. Look Ma! Ain't it cool that I need a babysitter at the age of 41?!?! Neat!
  I feel like Patrick's sister. Though he has more romantic tendancy. I told him about Mark the biologist. He is a biologist and not an engineer but in hearing both job descriptions, I don't see much difference. 
  I was in rehearsals today. My first show is a week from today. Can't wait. I love performing. It's where I belong. And I've always known this. But I've been searching all my life for the correct message that I wanted to share with the world. I believe TSM is it. Truly.
  Anyway, Sunday night and Monday night I was also hammered. Tonight is Tuesday and I've switched it up. Patrick and I went to a Mexican restaurant and we had a margarita each and cashed out and then the owner bought us another round and get this: I gave my sickenly sweet cocktail to Patrick. I couldn't drink it! Give a drink away? That's a first.
  Nick, if you are reading this post, I think you were surprised to have had a similar experience when you dumped out a grey goose and tonic much to your chagrin. I'm there pal. Exactly there. And if I'm not mistaken, that happened in your eighth week. I knew there would be changes come my eighth week, or so I'd hoped.
  Also, tonight I am drinking not wine as per usual but Alaskan Amber, one of my favorite microbrews. I am in absolute control. Not even-- well..... okay.... MILDLY buzzed. I'll admit to that. I am currently on my fourth unit. I am listeneing to Jason Mraz on my IPod, while texting Mark back and forth and writing on this forum.
  I had a dream and I want to write it on record. I dreamed that I walked to the liquor store and was surprised to find that it had had closed and all of its lights were shut off, yet the grocery store next door was open. Usually (hold on... Mark again...) the grocery closes long before the liquor store does. Anyway, I asked the clerk, "When did the liquor store close?" She replied, "6:30." 
  So, here's my prediction-- and yes, sometimes I am psychic. I think the turning point will be on 6/10. June 30th. Let's hope, eh?
  Back to the restaurant tomorrow bright and early. This is the last week for the current, off-season schedule. Starting May 8th I'll be working at the restaurant Thursday, Friday and Sunday. Performing Monday and Tuesday. As if you guys care. Anybody writing this down?
  Didn't think so,
  Ketchikan1 
					
  
						
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