Where does the time go?
Seems like only 5 minutes ago it was friday night. Now the weekend has been and gone and I've already been at work for 9 hours. What the hell? Must be this stupid busy thing again.
Here are the last 3 days in a nutshell:
Friday: came home, hugged the dog, then Jim, then the dog again.
Saturday: Dyed my roots, hugged the dog. Cleaned the bathroom. Cleaned up doggy shizzle all night. Kipped upstairs with earplugs in, due to infernal howling by the beast (the dog, not Jim).
Sunday: Played some Battle for Middle earth in between shouting at the dog to sit the fuck down. Cuddled Jim and the dog some more. Washed up, did laundry. Cuddled the dog again.
Today: Got up at satan o'clock. Hugged Jim and the dog goodbye. Came into work. Worked like a crazy person. Missing Jim and dog lots. :(
Tonight: Will stagger back to digs under heavy weight of grocery shopping and laptop. Have shower. Pass out.
Here are the last 3 days in a nutshell:
Friday: came home, hugged the dog, then Jim, then the dog again.
Saturday: Dyed my roots, hugged the dog. Cleaned the bathroom. Cleaned up doggy shizzle all night. Kipped upstairs with earplugs in, due to infernal howling by the beast (the dog, not Jim).
Sunday: Played some Battle for Middle earth in between shouting at the dog to sit the fuck down. Cuddled Jim and the dog some more. Washed up, did laundry. Cuddled the dog again.
Today: Got up at satan o'clock. Hugged Jim and the dog goodbye. Came into work. Worked like a crazy person. Missing Jim and dog lots. :(
Tonight: Will stagger back to digs under heavy weight of grocery shopping and laptop. Have shower. Pass out.