Something is wrong with me
I've been up since 6:30. Showered and dressed since 7:00. Laundry and dishes are caught up, garbage and recycling cleared, and I have a floor in my bedroom and it's mostly clean! Shortly I'll be off to the store for some last ingredients I need for the cookies for the cookie exchange at work tomorrow. Then makes some ice cream cone cup cakes for my coworkers (I'm sure any spares will be taken good care of by my roommates), then put up the Christmas tree and lights, make dinner, make my bed AND put away all the laundry I did.
I again say, I think something's wrong with me. Or right maybe, this is the first time in months I've actually truly done anything other then be a lump.
I again say, I think something's wrong with me. Or right maybe, this is the first time in months I've actually truly done anything other then be a lump.