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[apocalypsos]

So, let's see:

1. Came home intending to write, fell asleep for four hours in my butterfly chair.
2. Stomach cramps all day long.
3. Didn't get to write the thing I intended to write today because of a weird smell in my kitchen.
4. Discovered where said smell was coming from, have cleaned it up, am pretty sure it'll still be in the kitchen when I get home from work tomorrow.
5. Still can't work on the thing I intended to write today, since guess who thought she sent out her electric bill payment and really hadn't, and now has to leave even earlier for work than she wanted to stop and pay the damn thing?

Conclusion: I am an IDIOT. Or just having a crappy day. It could go either way.

Where the hell is my five-day weekend, damn it? Boston! Warmth! Five straight days of wearing skirts! *throws temper tantrum wanting the weekend to get here already*

Somebody send Jensen to my house to make me feel better.

*whimpers*

Comments

[tigriswolf]

If I knew him, I would. I'm sure(please, don't mind the platitude) that everything'll get better.

Today's Tuesday. Only threeish more days!

[milkshake-b.livejournal.com]

Nah. If someone sent Jensen to you, you'd just sulk, because dammit you aren't in any kind of shape for this, so why now, whyyyyy?

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

The water company called me on Friday, and was like "that check you sent us? Wasn't signed."

Note to self: stop signing checks in lemon juice.

[amalthia]

hugs