tuesday
I had high hopes this morning of accomplishing a lot, thinking I felt better. The cough is mostly gone, my appetite is back. But I'm just so darned tired. Anyway I got the most important thing done - went through the fridge and threw out lots of stuff, and took the garbage out. I'm happy with that. The only other thing I accomplished - an art-a-day face:
Just talked to Dave. He's on his way home from hunting. I asked him to pick me up a burger king impossible whopper. I've been thinking about one all afternoon.
Just talked to Dave. He's on his way home from hunting. I asked him to pick me up a burger king impossible whopper. I've been thinking about one all afternoon.