Dec 09, 2008 13:06
Chris survived his surgery. He is home now drinking ginger ale.
I am home feeling stressed. I have to go to a meeting tomorrow at 12:15pm and his mother will have to go to the airport at some point. My mother is also coming tomorrow to bake cookies. Jesus H. Christ. Why do I do this to myself?
I have a shit ton of work to do. Time to check out of life for a little while. Perhaps to vegetate in front of Nip/Tuck and work on the GA survey?