Wow. I need to go grocery shopping. Mother Hubbard has nothing on me.
Work has just been highs and lows. Constantly. There doesn't seem to be any in-between. That, or it's just the way I'm taking everything. Which is probably the case. The job still feels very alien to me. Like I don't belong there; they aren't my people; that isn't my place. No complaints, mind you, it just feels foreign. Yet, like the saying goes, "No matter where you go, there you are."
I need my day off. I'm pining for it. Must hang with friends and normal "daylight people."
Work has just been highs and lows. Constantly. There doesn't seem to be any in-between. That, or it's just the way I'm taking everything. Which is probably the case. The job still feels very alien to me. Like I don't belong there; they aren't my people; that isn't my place. No complaints, mind you, it just feels foreign. Yet, like the saying goes, "No matter where you go, there you are."
I need my day off. I'm pining for it. Must hang with friends and normal "daylight people."
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Okay I'll manage you're vast estate.
I love that picture of the ice chest.