My Weekend was Spesh

For some reason, at this exact moment, of 9:06pm, on this exact day, i really feel the need to express myself. I feel funny, not haha funny, although I am hilarious (okay maybe haha funny), but weird funny, but the weird funny where you don't know why it feels weird, except I do know why it feels weird I just don't want to say it, because as soon as I say it it becomes real, and at the minute I want it to keep being just a thing in my head with no words attached to it yet.
Execpt I did attach words to part of it the other day, except at the time I was borderline delerius so I'm thinking about striking it from the record.
What I'm also thinking of is posting all the summary sheets I do for institute, because I don't want them to go to waste on just one person, or get lost. I don't know if it will make a great deal of diference considering noone reads my log, but who knows!
I have a few at the moment. There's;
1. Symbolism and Typology in the OT.
2. The Passover
3. Exodus 20; The Ten Commandments
4. Names of the Lord
They kinda rock. If I do say so myself.
I also had the opportunity to be an out patient at Cessnock Hospital this weekend, and it only took them and hour to fix me, I worked out, the sicker you are, the less time it takes. Which makes sense obviously, but now I know if I'm not very sick it doesn't matter if I got there first.
The doctor with the shorts above his knees and whie socks (as he was known to me in my dehydrated and suffering brain) shorty long socks was his nickname, gave me a needle and two cups of electrolytes (it was called something else but I can't recall the name) and made me so much better.
Thanks shorty long socks!
Thanks slightly angry sister who triaged me!
Thanks electrolytes!
Thanks maxilin needle!
Thanks dad and mum!