Now that it's over, I don't even know what I liked about you.

I listen to a lot of angsty, angry music. I was looking through the titles of my entries, and they're so angry.

But, I mean, since I name them after whatever I'm listening to at the time I title the post, I guess it's ok. Or whatever.

I learned today that I'm not allergic to wasp stings. I learned this in the parking lot of a grocery store I frequent. I'm walking along, minding my own business, and all of a sudden, I have this intense, intense pain in my left pointer finger. I yelled. . .well, I won't relay what I yelled. Let's just say if one didn't know what was going on, they might think I'd come down with a sudden case of Tourette's. It wasn't pretty. I think I scandalized an old woman sitting in a car near mine.
I mean, I can understand that. Since no one except me knew what actually happened, that I'd been stung, they'd think I was just randomly shouting obscenities. Which, in retrospect, is actually kind of funny.

What's not so funny? The fact that I was stung 5 hours ago and it still hurts.

On the drive back to work, I was paranoid that I was losing feeling in my hand/my hand was going numb/I couldn't move my fingers. . .basically anything that would indicate I was allergic to the sting. It hurt SO BADLY. I really can't believe something that small could hurt so much. You can most definitely count me out from having children. If a wasp, approximately 1/1,000,000 the size of a child, can hurt me this badly, there's no way. No freaking way.

At this point, my finger is still swollen, and it still hurts, but I'm certain I can safely say that I'm not allergic. Thankfully. Because the hospital nearby sucks.

People are still abuzz about the trooper being murdered. Derek is, apparently, getting mail from people who objected to his use of a picture of the widow on one of the pages of Monday's paper. Now, I'm fairly certain it's Vi who picked the pictures, and there were other news outlets there, some being a lot less respectful, so I don't see where people get off getting mad at Derek for doing his job. I mean. . .I guess I get it, because I hate the media, despite being a part of it. But if there weren't those pictures, you can guarantee someone would be like, "Why aren't we getting the coverage we deserve?"

We're also publishing the 911 call from the night the trooper got shot. Which I, personally, don't agree with, but I'm not the person who decides what does and does not go into the paper.

I love Whitaker. I do. And I'm aware that most of what we do, economically, has to do with the tourism industry. I get that, too. But really, all these people from Florida? Are making me crazy. Most of them drive at least 10 miles below the speed limit and they're just. . .everywhere. Like that old lady in the grocery store parking lot, Mrs. Judgey McJudgerstein. Yes, I'm shouting profanities. I JUST GOT STUNG! Go back to Florida if you don't like it.

I'm getting a 4-day weekend over the weekend of the 4th and I'm going home. Yay!

I'll celebrate with a survey. I love this particular kind of survey. You're supposed to put your iTunes on shuffle and put whatever song comes up under the category. This one, I believe, if entitled "The Soundtrack to Your Life."

Waking Up: "I'm Glowing and You're Why" - Braid

First Day At School: "Lullaby" - Shawn Mullins (Because I'm. . .sleeping through class?)

Falling In Love: "One Minute" - Kelly Clarkson (I guess I'm fickle.)

Fight Song: "Give It Up Or Let Me Go" - Dixie Chicks

Breaking Up: "No More Sad Songs" - Clay Aiken (Either this one or the one before would fit here, I guess. . .)

Prom: "Fabulous" - from High School Musical 2 (Awesome. So clearly awesome.)

Life's OK: "Breathe" - Melissa Etheridge

Mental Breakdown: "I Woke Up In a Car" - Something Corporate

Driving: "Bruised" - Jack's Mannequin (Yikes. That's not good news. . .)

Flash back: "Big Pimpin'" - Jay-Z (Again. . .I'm not sure why I have this one. I think my sister downloaded it at some point.)

Getting Back Together: "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road" - Elton John

Wedding: "Basket Case" - Green Day (Seems appropriate, I guess.)

Birth of Child: "Special" - Garbage

Final Battle: "Can't Let You Go" - Matchbox Twenty

Death Scene: "The Worst Pies in London" - from Sweeney Todd

Funeral Song: "Work It" - Missy Elliot (I would seriously leave all my money in my will to whomever could get an organist to play this song during my funeral.)

End Credits: "Be Good To Me" - Ashley Tisdale