Work....
...Work could be better.
Today was the first day in LONG time that I had time to surf the net at work. And not like I need a brain break I am going to look at google news. No I got to stop and dress shop and begin my research for my possible Sunday adventure. And yet, it was one of the worst days I have had in recently memory.
And then I had to go to the grocery store. Bleh. Which meant food planning. Which I hate. I then came home, Kevin helped me get the stuff inside I put it all away, started dinner and on my way upstairs I stepped on Dorian. Only making me feel worse.
I hate being a motherfucking adult.
Today was the first day in LONG time that I had time to surf the net at work. And not like I need a brain break I am going to look at google news. No I got to stop and dress shop and begin my research for my possible Sunday adventure. And yet, it was one of the worst days I have had in recently memory.
And then I had to go to the grocery store. Bleh. Which meant food planning. Which I hate. I then came home, Kevin helped me get the stuff inside I put it all away, started dinner and on my way upstairs I stepped on Dorian. Only making me feel worse.
I hate being a motherfucking adult.