miffy

I worked today, as I said I would. I didn't clean, as i did it all yesterday. So today I made a small, but managable mess. i like small, and yet strangely tidy messes. It makies me feel good when I clean them, and it takes little effort to do so. I need to start making more of these mini-messes.

I will be ordering food in tonite, because I'm still dying. My outside walk today was 3 blocks to polk, into the walgreens, then wandering aimlessly up and down the same 2 block stretch of polk from broadway to green a few times. this was in a nyquil induced haze and I swear the people sitting in front of the royal grounds were staring at me like I was some freak... as was the guy in the walgreens when I leaned on the pole to support myself while my eyes glazed over staring at cough drops. (new improved taste my ass, they still taste like mentholated shit in a wrapper)

I finished most of the work I have to do today, and maye my boss will get home and take over... I work hard. my brain hurts. I sick. Not feeling good and not leaving the house for a week makes a girl so very un-sexy.

you are jealous of my pets. they eat carrots... and why did I change my profile photo to a goat with tacos?

remind me not to write posts about nothings while taking nyquil, please.