No fragments for you
I just did it. This is the first time in several days I have been up to sitting at the computer. I just went into my Reader and marked everything as read; sorry all, I love you just as much as ever, I just-you know.
It has been a very long week. I am still home from work, this being day four, and along with still feeling like dog crap that has been scraped off a mortal enemy’s shoe, I realize that I am totally screwed in terms of my next paycheck. TOTALLY. And it would be really nice to not have to worry about it, but there you go; over $300 that I don’t have. And I don’t have it in me to go into a rant about how terrible this is on a national level, but you know I am thinking about it.
On an up-note, the cracks in my lips are finally healing, and with hope this unsightly sore on my nose from blowing it will be gone by Monday-because I HAVE to go to work. I did finally feel up to taking a shower yesterday, and hey, Owen just brought me the half-stale aluminum pan of cinnamon rolls and sang me Happy Birthday (no, it isn’t my birthday). Could be worse.
