the cats are barfing.
babysitting was eight and a half hours long today-- and i'm only getting paid $25 a day, no matter how long the day is. (of course, the four-hour days, i suppose, make up for it. and it's not like she can afford to pay me more.)
I smell Mom's Famous Chicken in the oven. huzzah!
Cheezus CRAP, I need to get away from this house. I need alone time. I can't stand my parents at the moment. Or the mother of the babysat. Or either of the two babysats, for that matter.
p.s. I want
this journal, like a lot -- so I'm going to buy it this week or next. And some spiffy, arty pencils. Oh, so pretty and green. It will make me feel like an elf. (And inside, the paper looks either homemade or recycled.)
(Plus another sketchbook with regular bleached regular-consumer slightly bigger sheets of paper, for the oil pastels. I'd like to think the elf one would be just for the pencils.)
While I'm at it, I could use something besides the cracked and falling-apart plastic junk the pastels came in.
White Tea Is My Calming Friend.