I'm having the kind of day where I've already had to use four SHOUT wipes, so I'm stained and bedraggled and viciously chomping on potato chips.
The other day I managed to stab myself with a shoe.
Currently my eye is hurting because yesterday I smacked myself in the eyeball with the ironing board. Luckily my eye was closed at the time (so like, my cornea isn't scratched) but my whole eyeball hurts. Ow.
Burrell, be kind to yourself. You deserve it.
I had dinner with an exgirlfriend tonight, which was fun, but damn, I didn't realize it had been right years!! Time flies. Dang.
Hah. Autocorrect. Eight years.
Also, it is only 830 at home but I am so ready to go to bed. Yet somehow I suspect that will not make tomorrow morning's super early central-time alarm any easier. Ick. Hate time changes.
I am also ready for bed, meara, and I can't even blame it on changing time zones.
I had made a solemn pact not to interact with anyone under 18 in this building, but I just gave the kids nextdoor fistfuls of Batman bandaids pretty much just because their mum has a bum foot too.
Jilli,
I am glad you had a good last day, but I'm sorry it was a last day. Much luck and skill to you in finding a new job as quickly as you need.
Hm. This is unusual and unhelpful. I am wide awake at 230 am. This would normally be around my bedtime at home (1230) so I guess my body decided going to bed so early was a nap?? Grr.
I locked the cats out of the bedroom last night on the suspicion that they'd been waking me up and giving me lousy sleep the last few nights. It only seems to have helped a little.
I'm at the dentist, and the doctor is running late. Seriously? You know they would cancel and charge me if it were me! Ok, she has gotten here in the meantime. Still, whatever.
Jesse and I are dentist twins today.
