Soooooooooo
I'm in the library. Searching up and writing answers for Phil. And I have this incredible urge to run around the library screaming and jumping up and down like a monkey and to hug random people just to see what would happen.
I think I am barely holding on to my sanity. WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
I think it also has to do with the enormous amount of blood I lost this morning while shaving...someone please remind me that it is not a good idea for me to shave when I am tired...I push down too hard and razors end up being stuck in my legs...and lots of blood comes out when I remove the razors.
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Going to the Brew. I need more caffeine in the form of expresso shots. Maybe the fact that I have been chugging coffee has something to do with my feeling of being on the fringe of sanity as well...
By the way...Kel darling...I'm sorry that I did not call you on the way to mass this morning. I stepped outside and was hit by a wave of intense frigid air and lost track of anything but getting into a warm place as fast as I can.
I am an idiot, and expect a call from me at 8 PM (your time) this evening. On the dot. And we shall chat. I miss you. And I adore you. and I LOVE YOU SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH.
I am officially the Smidge.
I think I am barely holding on to my sanity. WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
I think it also has to do with the enormous amount of blood I lost this morning while shaving...someone please remind me that it is not a good idea for me to shave when I am tired...I push down too hard and razors end up being stuck in my legs...and lots of blood comes out when I remove the razors.
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Going to the Brew. I need more caffeine in the form of expresso shots. Maybe the fact that I have been chugging coffee has something to do with my feeling of being on the fringe of sanity as well...
By the way...Kel darling...I'm sorry that I did not call you on the way to mass this morning. I stepped outside and was hit by a wave of intense frigid air and lost track of anything but getting into a warm place as fast as I can.
I am an idiot, and expect a call from me at 8 PM (your time) this evening. On the dot. And we shall chat. I miss you. And I adore you. and I LOVE YOU SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH.
I am officially the Smidge.